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Poetic licence adds a racing context

  • Wed, 13 Jun 2018
  • David Bradford
So I hear the grass roots say it’s no more than poetic justice that the core management of the racing industry is under investigation at the behest of government. Thus encouraged, this week I delved into a poem written by an old mate. Old because he was born in 1865, 31 years before my father, and a mate because in 1910 before I was even a twinkle in my father’s eye he published a poem which an English teacher rammed so forcibly down my throat it has remained stuck in the craw eve…

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