A thoroughbred seldom on a racetrack treads!
Instead a thoroughbred is seen to glide...
Igniting the night sky,
Like a self propelled firefly!
And witnessed by the curious,
Who wonder how and why...
A thoroughbred is not just another horse!
Nor is a firefly made from butter.
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