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If you read this carefully, you will notice that it could be a race like the Grand National. Yet it could also be our own life's and how we cope it. Call it my sermon (lol) as it is sunday,

The risks to most were far too high Much too much daily effort needed. As for the course itself, a death trap particularly for anyone too inexperienced. Each fence had to be riden correctly otherwise the too wide turn catches you out. Leaving you many yards behind some race on, The weak pull up their race is done. The field now halved leaves more room and some foolhardy people go for the gaps to find themselves brought down hard they had over jumped and paid the penalty. The remaining few were far apart yet most soldiered on hungering for the prize, the acclaim and title Until next year they sit at the top.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 6/12/2017 9:37:00 AM
Shadow, enjoyed the read. I use to go to the races not because I enjoyed washing, but because friends drove in the tournament. I didn't like the way the fans would act, or the outcome of the race for those left behind. Human race yes is a lot like this.
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Date: 5/12/2017 2:13:00 PM
I read it carefully and loved the juxtaposition of meanings. An excellent write. Lots Of Love, armand.
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