RIP Eight Belles
For you gave your life through & through.
Now as you lie on a cold slab for autopsy,
Your remains will soon become glue.
You were an amazing philly,
Trying to chase the men.
All for a few bucks,
Gold diggin’ until the end.
The way you ran that race,
And snapped your front sticks.
All so your owners can get some cash;
Is their last name Vick???
As you go out
Into the great sky.
I hope you meet Barbaro in heaven
As your earthly bodies will take an hour to dry…
RIP Eight Belles…



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