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From: D. Pangbourne
Category: Exhibitions
Date: 16 April 2004
Inside the chalet, sheltered from the cold
slept the pale donkey - out of place, but calm
legs stretched on blue rug, like sea piers,
lost in a dream where it runs to a bridge
and hurls off the man, that fat bauble of a man
Locked out of the chalet, shivering in the cold
Stood the fat bauble of a man, angry
From the bridge, on tiptoes straining, he spied
his pale, sleeping donkey and - cursing -
condemned it to a lifetime's service on Southend pier.
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