The Last Hurdle

Another sixty seconds, and the contest will be ended,
Neck and neck, nose and nose, with nostrils wide distended.

Swinging up the quarter-mile, with equal chance of winning,
They take the rise in splendid style, and cross the flat a-spinning.

But one has dropped an inch behind—your blood begins to curdle,
'Till you realize your horse is first to take the final hurdle.
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