Horse
i jumped
the starting
gun and began
a race with myself
no protest
no escape
just dusted
off the dust
took myself
off the shelf
and decided
i'm not thorough
bred but
thoroughly
disappointed so
i pour another beer
realizing
that i'll
never
be a
draft
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