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Black GoldA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe Dad was dour, his face was sour When he came home from the pit, He looked like a furnace stoker but That wasn’t the half of.. |
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Black GoldA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe Dad was dour, his face was sour When he came home from the pit, He looked like a furnace stoker but That wasn’t the half of.. |
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