| Plumstead Station By Electric Light
Plumstead Station by electric lightshows the joy of Thatcher’s night.
 Snow encroaches the lonely ex–worker
 whose hell is dismissed as “that of a shirker;
 if one quarter are too poor to hope
 who cares: we’ll get three quarters’ vote.”
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