I watched her thin fingers clutch the blue biro -
She slowly wrote her name, resting the clipboard upon the folding table -
She then looked up, this tiny birdlike pensioner -
It's money isn't it? she said - that's why they're doing it -
We were campaigning in the small seaside town -
I'd weighed down our banner with stones from the beach -
They could find the money if they wanted to I said -
11.00
Saturday 24 September 2016
Swanage
Dorset
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