Donkey.

Ahhhhh

loves one to know one

Hey

Hi

Hi ya' wathA

eye I have you know

Donkey loves Dove

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Flows

through streams of imperative's lie's

Between what's known

Un'known

Flower'd wild cat's charm these beautiful folk's

In byou

Suns of suns

Going bong

In

Faunal favour

"Alas"

About people

Rare world you are

One who feather's to be feather'd

in horse like whisper

"we dance"

wild to be native' dancers of the valley

This is the poem on the facing page in the Mark Borthwick book. I have always loved donkeys. One lives on the farm next door to my Mum's house in south Wales. We call her Gertrude.