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In the Pride of his Youth.
“'Stopped in the straight when the race was his own—Look at him cutting it—cur to the bone!”
Ask ere the youngster be rated and chidden
What did he carry and how was he ridden?
Maybe they used him too much at the start.
Maybe Fate's weight-cloth is breaking his heart.
| Rudyard Kipling's Verse | |