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May 2018
you keep running a losing race
with the white horse that gallops
inside of your veins

continually placing bets
but how long you'll last
is anyone guess

all the running you choose to do
out of the starting gate daily
is with needle and spoon

with those in the stands looking on
watching you on this muddy track
before your window is closed

running with your pack
of what started out
as all thoroughbreds

numb to the junk in the future you face
as the white horse in your veins
continues this losing race
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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       SPT, Busbar Dancer, Temporal Fugue and R Jerry
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