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Newton - our Golden Retriever
Bearer of gifts
He won’t give over
(Waste-bins, tea-towels,)
Brown eyes challenging
Or pleading for adventures;
Take him to the beach
And he will swallow
Brine and dead fish with the same
Impunity as Nivea,
Curried beans and snails.
Lover of legs,
Pouncer in puddles,
Leaper through bramble half-hoops,
His tail is still
A far more worthwhile quarry than
The mocking scuts of rabbits
He dreams of, stretched
Twitching across the duvet,
Presumptuously welcome,
Floppy, dopey and dear.
by Damaris West
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