Clue 7

Two boys raced
Ready at the starting line
The gun blasted into the sky
James and Abram
Those were not their names
The world their stage
It's was not a typical race
Y they ran
We all know that
Where only few would go
And most would see
Now the winner is so broke
It's a miracle I got to go
And the loser is a comrade up here

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