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Monday 16 June 2014

Polos

Mr Higham's class, 1968.
St Mary's RC School, Marnhull

Me, top right.
Mrs Higham
lost her voice in
the classroom
when it was being decorated
so we had to have
 sewing
in the canteen.

Outside
the canteen was a great big black
tunnel of corrugated iron
but there was
a
yellow
room inside
with
salt and pepper
and vinegar
in glass
shakers

and great big
 shiny metal
water jugs
and
red and green and blue and gold
beakers

and benches.

We had to sit
on the benches
at the dining tables
to do the sewing.

Mrs Higham
came over and whispered across
the tables.

Fingers on lips, everyone,
 she whispered.

She leaned right over to me.
Christopher,
would you run to the
office
and
fetch
the register.

You could
smell the polos.

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