Here is the girl
Who fancies donkeys
Hand feeding
From a bin
Dusky looks an
Gentle of manner
Her hair flowing
In the wind
Wrapped (oblivious)
In fascination
Unaware of the
Approaching wasp
The prevailing silence
All now broken
As the donkey gallops
Over the grass....
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