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Miners Dog

High home summer hill Straining, sucking, sitting Staring, stopped and stick- A pit-prop tight and gripped. The trees across the valley Much higher than he can go now. I pant to reassure him In time with his withered eyes. His tongue, tombed gritty green He’s faithful, though he’s fading Bones in death-grey jumper Where will he lead me next? from 'Layer Cake' 2009 http://amzn.to/vXCEFa

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Date: 3/3/2020 2:47:00 PM
Very nice. Reminds me of my old dog.
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Dave Lewis
Date: 3/4/2020 3:03:00 AM
Thanks. It's about the old man (a miner with 'dust' / pneumoconiosis) as seen through the eyes of his faithful dog :)

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