The spirit of the olympiad surges forth, its tidal pull pools in our imaginations and tempers our words with its froth. A contest remembered, its riders en memorandumed, inspires our declaration this day: fresh hay has been placed in the stables and a new racetrack awaits the thunderclap of the race. Saddle the horse which best catches your fancy, dust off your finest riding outfits, and away to the races as fast as we may!
You have just a few lines with which you can work.
You have only a few lines to show us your worth.
When so much can happen in such little time
will you slow down, or preach chaos
when placed on that tine?
Where will your horse take you?
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