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Going Nowhere Fast
At first glance we can safely claim to have it all
An observer would say we had a bright tomorrow
Yet beneath this glimmering facade lies darkness
The prospect of pain and possibly, sorrow
I met you at the Albany races when my ebb was low
Fast thoroughbreds reflected in your hazel eyes
We lost our shirts but won each other's hearts
For people like us there was no greater ...
Wednesday 19th August 2020 10:55 am
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