#121
Mounted on high-stepping horses, / a pair of soldiers were advancing / along the river road.
#122
High up under the roof, / in the farthest corner of the barn, / the bats were hanging upside down, / wrapped in their brown wings.
#123
Chagrined, / Ramona tore down her sign, / crumpled it, / threw it into the fireplace, / and stalked out of the room, / resolving to do better the next time.
#124
For a long time, / he just stood there, / defeated, / listening to the hammer, / hoping the chopper would come back, / but knowing that it would not.
#125
Fighting his way through one / of the wildest races / of the season, / Pollard, the jockey, / swung Seabiscuit clear of a set of chain reaction collisions / on the far turn.
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