75 Preakness
The fingered clouds beckoned forth,
And remnant regents came,
I being under scraggly force
Said " Let us begin the game."
Then lined them up and tally hoed,
(With garden on the side,)
"You call that what we are to foed?"
"I am only for the ride."
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2013
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