horses can run faster than ever
yet they float just like a feather

long strides and short
color and height of all sort

it is an ordinary day
at the championships each horse makes their way

lining up in the starting gates
each horse loves and hates

the gun fires and they're off!
the hoof beats don't sound soft

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