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A Tribute to Belmont

Thoroughbred Racehorse


Somewhere, somewhere, in time’s own space, there must be some sweet pasture space,.
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow, some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen, I know great

horses live again.
Belmont, while time will fade, the hoofprints you left on our hearts will never disappear.

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