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![]() Durn it, Durn it,
I just can't discern it, Who will win Breeder's Cup gold? Races to be played, Cash to be made, But it's going to be chalky I'm told. I fret and I fuss, I sweat and I cuss, What O what shall I do? My back's to the wall, I can't play them all, What pray tell, say you? |