round
the track at a blazing
pace with
the little men
on their backs in
pink and yellow
silks,
blues
and greens, like wildflowers
in a field,
whipping with
frenzy
their steed.
we sip our mint
juleps
and have a good old
time.
placing our bets.
what a glorious day
it is as we
observe
all the painted ladies,
in their new
and audacious hats.
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