Roses Left on the Maire

There was a story about a man who done it.
Things could not be worse for the ones who run it.
They try to run the race but without a horse.
Time has fly by with out a hitch of course.
The men where angry and the women cry.
For that last horse had been put out to die.
Roses had been place on that old stead.
Old stories where told and they pass the mead.
People asked for the man that had done it.
He was no where near but around them all when they sung it.

~Len E. Kane

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