At The Racetrack Poem by DM W

At The Racetrack



People dress up to
Go to the racetrack. They are
Resplendent in pink,
Purple, blue and black. Indeed,
It's rather surreal
To see them all assembled,
On a summer's day,
In bright May, June or July.

At The Racetrack
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