then finally, the horse that i am riding, br the black one with long hair and br long feet, flying without wings, br speed nearing the speed of light, br has taken the lead, and the rest follow br tirelessly still, br i do not look back, br i do not beat the horse with a stick br i keep on riding making the horse br feel confident that i am still br supporting its cause, to be first, br to be famous br br and then my horse wins, br the owner gets the real buck, br and i the jockey, br merely receives a little name br and a little commission. br br the horse gets nothing.br br RIC S.