Apocolypse

A Poem by Avery Colt

The four horsemen of the apocolypse

come pounding down the home stretch

the last furlong

Hard to say who will win.

I placed my bet

at the parimutual window

Hard to say who will win

But I'm willing to wait.

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Added on November 7, 2013
Last Updated on November 7, 2013

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