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The Bull does not stop
not for the picket fences
Not for the color of white

The red only entices the Bull
It gives him a motive to move forward
It gives him motive to collide with the people dressed in red and white
Those people who run down the streets every year

"Hurry" a young boy cries to his father, one of the many in white
The father runs fast, but the bull is fast to catch up
the horns inch closer to him

Time slows for the two
The Bull will reach him
Neither know if the white will remain white





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