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Jul 2021
I'd like to be reborn
as a thoroughbred horse
so I can run around the verdant
Flemington Race Course

I've always fancied a three thousand
two hundred meter race
where I could gallop with an
unrivaled pace

the crowd singing out
isn't she a punter's delight
on winning the cup at
an incredible speed of light
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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