We
   desire desire
       lust for lust;
           would love to love,
                     but mistrust trust


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If I can't say it
in seventeen syllables
it's probably not

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Who loves you, baby?
No, seriously,
I'm asking.

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HORSE OF THE YEAR

She came back at four,
after winning Horse of the Year;
I thought she was a nice animal,
appreciated what she achieved, just
felt there was another more deserving.

The humans around her, that was who
I didn't like. They picked their spots,
fine; run where you can win. Just don't
disparage competition you know you can't
beat to build up your charge.


So, when she came back and lost
I felt some schadenfreude, especially
having money on the winner at 9 to 1.
I went against her again next out,
and was happy to collect then.

She finally won one.
They wrote the race for her,
after all, and she ran like it.
That was the horse people fell for,
doing what she excelled at.

She ran one last race, holding off
an early challenge just to watch helpless
as a longshot pass her down the stretch.
But no joy could be found in this sad coda
to the career of a Horse of the Year.