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This Year's Winners

If it makes him happy, you said,
ever the libertarian.
Whilst I had him down as a serial bastard.
Now she's got the second prize.
Didn't claim the trophy they posed behind.
Even though we shouted for her
struggling on the field against impossible odds
with a handicap; her weak heart.
Wasn't about his happiness, but theirs,
though she threw the rosette away,
let the long term filly win through.
Wasn't about winning for our favourite runner-up.
Only racing towards the final hurdle -
the consolation prize;
her friends, consoling her.