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If there is one thing can be said of the Race Track it is "That here you will find men at odds with life. Yet a brotherhood of likeness abounds".

I pulled my horse up, turned around hoping to help him if I could Perhaps a stroke, his hip was broke he lie gasping against the wood

"You know boys" he would always say "why if there's one thing I am not" "Attention grabbing back stabbing" "but I've won every fight I've foug..

His liver like a lace doily alcohol pickled him thin He'd been turned down, all over town no one ever took him in

In honor of my father Eddie who taught me to get back up.

I spent this life a burning flame Forged eternally on the run I have only myself to blame For the things that I have done

I thought a while then with a smile said that"happy" was my goal "There might be hope for mankind yet and for your immortal soul"

This moment came for me that is on the morning my son was born When my thoughts turned from mine to his whereby a better man was sworn

We look back to our childhood years the comfort of old friends For all must see, forever we fear how this life must end

A wild filly of a daughter whose never had her spirit broke Who never took to the bridle nor has she bent beneath life's yoke