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Created on: September 19, 2009 Last Updated: September 20, 2009
Del Mar. .. It is hot... starting the big competition.
Sweating in front of excited ,there wonted people ...
The horses who have even better live!
Brushed them resplendent ,dark mane
Were spoiled and cared before the derby.
Gambling...agitation, excitement, hope ...
Women run across to bet,she hopefully make it,
Merry . joyous laughter and music medley ,
Cry over the horse's hooves wheezing ..
The drummer in the world on hold,
One, just one horse of the expectant
winner, far right-hand beautiful stallion.
Leave the jockey believes the horse recoiled ...
I'll go flat out, unbeatable and leave the sprint.
The blood vessels to tighten around his neck ...
The horseshoe almost didn't reach the ground.
Horse face is proud grin and sparkling.
Toss away everyone, with every obstacle jump.
Already there in the end ... a final stained power...
boom in the blue sky, off in the lofty proud.
Then speedily stumble ... shaken ... not complied with.
Flying into the ditch, and leave the horses forsook him.
Who relentlessly pressed from the road everybody.
Lately not looked at, not even praised them to whinny.
Now we learn, if we think too much of own self,we should fall great ...
Anyone who wants to get too high up-stage ... should crash ...
The tickets were dropped to the trash with angry face...
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