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Hard-Rock Miners: a photo, 1850

Each man with his lunch box looks straight ahead into the lens. It’s dawning, above ground. Why think about a sweetheart still a-bed? Each man with his lunch box looks straight ahead. They’re going down. Lost daylight like the dead who never rise. Their pay is pick and pound. Each man with his lunch box looks straight ahead into the lens. It’s dawning – above ground.

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Date: 6/28/2011 6:09:00 AM
Enjoyed reading the words that flowed from your pen today Taylor. Hoping you have a wonderful day full of inspiration. Love, Carol
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