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Dads’ race
No faux reluctance from you.
You bolt to the line and squint
at the dads quick to line up
excuses – the bad backs, sprains,
can’t run in these trousers/shoes.
You’re the winner already.
Forget these losers, taking
time out from their steady jobs.
You’ve got a system, a way
to beat the bookie. Odds on
you’ll take gold here today, too.
And so you do: a cheetah
in chinos, tasselled slip-ons,
you go roaring into first.
All the rest will come second.
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