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I will try to relieve you
Of some pressure: obstacles
One fails to encounter by avoidance
Of the news. I loathe
The way in which all our horses,
Are covered in grain: They
Are bare before they embrace
Their roots. I am
Race & breed, a number one
Seed. Generations will mention
My name in punch lines when
I cross the line; photo finishing
Before I enter the stall.
Way ahead of the game, way
Ahead of the field,
I do prevail.
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