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Saratoga

Sep 1, 2015 | From the Writer's Journal

(From the writer’s Journal 5/5/91)

I dream standing up

Like a horse in a stall

I’ve lost the ability to play guitar

My hands have turned into hoofs

My back still aches from being mounted

with a saddle

The race track is fast

The dirt is firm

The odds are 9 to 5

Against me breeding

A winner

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