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a poem
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From: D. Pangbourne
Category: Exhibitions
Date: 16 April 2004

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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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