For The Horses That Can’t Race No More (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #15)

The pebbles will still be trod upon,

The crowds will still yell and fawn,

The papers will still be torn and fly

The majestic track will still weave

The clouds will still mold into shapes

The flags will still wave in jubilation

The hooves will still echo in clops

The stalls will no be empty no more

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