It's called "A Dream To Race". I want to be a jockey when I get older, so that's where the poem came from =].
Just her and her horse flying down the track, she never even for a second, looks back.
Her dreams are so real, she can almost feel the wind on her face, as she blows past the others and wins the race.
To all that said her dreams would never come true, she'll soon be in the winner's circle laughing at you.
And the beautiful tall black, had a blanket of flowers placed on her back.
She can't wait to get on the track.
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