I saw them coming like storm
close together sparing no room
up in tower a spotter wide eyed
sending messages; making trades
down pit stop; seconds they grasp
a miscue would sure mean lost lap
today m & m got all muscled up
chasing, leading coveted cup
whatever underneath that hood
has no much on this neighborhood
as laps dwindle to single digit
it's almost certain #18 got it
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