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A Tail of Rags to Riches What genuine risk is taken by placing you on Belmont's party line one gal among six pals that race together one last time? And off you go! One mile and a half around the track. You're not a Tanya (slugging someone's calf); you play by rules. One mile, no sweat; the half's a kicker; kick you do. You race your winning colors till young Curlin's through by a head, you're ruthless to the end, a blazing star, a tail of rags to riches. © Kåre Enga [164.109] 07-06-10 Anyone who has followed the Triple Crown probably doesn't need the popnotes, but I put them in anyways. "Tanya" was hard to work into this sketch. Anywho, Rags to Riches won it all, the first filly to win the Belmont since 1905. BTW: It's difficult to work up something for an event while it is still on people's minds. DREAM IMAGES: On the back of closed eyelids: grey clouds; white pickets; stark leafless tree; a street-lamp; dormered buildings of pink brick, orange brick; glow of sunset; a woman's profile: her arms embracing air, her voice ... "bury me around the cistern". SURREALISTIC THOUGHTS: Where oh where's Prinz Ahnold of Kaliporn ... Yeah, he's on a Jesuit mission to Mars. Somewhere in Montana? I'm off to catch an August flurry Best to you and yours, your Kåre. Drab grey. Stink pink. Pee green. 0900 |