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Post by dazb on Apr 20, 2005 14:31:31 GMT -5
A MINING HERITAGE.
Couldn’t hear it then Or wouldn’t listen. Surrounded by living evidence But I never saw it. Old men struggling to breathe Younger men slowed in pace. Shoulders squared And heaving chests With indrawn effort Laboured in conversation. Victims of crueller times They were of history A closed antiquity And now, Well now, I know better.
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