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Coal Miners

From sun up to sun down, they worked all day, but down in that hole they always slaved, light from a lantern, is all they had, and quitting time really made them glad. Coal dust covered them from head to toe, and year after year it hurt them so. No other jobs could be found back then, Sons, and fathers, enemy, and friend. Safety standards were not the best back then, time was the enemy of the coal miner men. Cave-in's were common in that cold wet tomb, where they spent their days, surrounded by gloom. Times have changed, things are better today, but still they are in danger, no matter how safe.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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