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Their time for racing is no more.
No longer on winged hooves do they soar.
It matters not who's first or last:
their names the crowds no longer roar.
This is now a thing of the past;
for that die's already been caste.
Never again put to the test
of proving whether they are fast.
Some go to their reward of rest;
some become pets where they'll do best,
while others shall come to abide
in a different world of conquest.
Some now graze with a foal by their side
or look on their offspring with pride
or contemplating their next stride
as over hurdles they do glide.
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Author Notes
Thanks go out to Anne for the use of her beautiful artwork.
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