050111n Rider Knows Who Wins Poem by Manonton Dalan
050111n Rider Knows Who Wins
quick feet dash to finish line
brings shouts roaring sound
more tickets flew to trash cans
lucky few forming familiar lines
house is always in winning ways
from soda to hot dogs to gates
i love how they hassle in curbs
almost touching rails and whips
welting to horse behind, painful
some groups out there watching
pretending they didn't see, too far
pastime to risk few greens of mine
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