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Mines of Death

the mines of death the miners knew, black in the face the workers too, too many years of underground, sweat for the masters' dollar go round, and death got paid his due, good ol coal miner, you! in blackness never found, coal covered in the mound, awaiting till, resurrection, dill ... re: Black Diamond Night Poet ~ Destroyer... Don

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Russell Sivey

Date: 8/17/2012 9:52:00 AM

This is a wondrous poem on the coal miner! They seem to be the most disrespected people! They don't get the time of day! Where would we be today if it wasn't for the coal miner! What a fabulous write my friend! I truly love this tremendous poem! Great Work!!

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 8/17/2012 7:06:00 AM

I read something Don, about other coal mines they wish to establish.:( http://www.avaaz.org/en/the_great_barrier_coal_mine_global/?tpqJlab The Woodland write was about the ecosystem, but this ecosystem is very close to where you are. "Too many years of underground", now the magnate "masters" want to explore the seas. Enjoying your write!! Mikki

David Williams

Date: 8/17/2012 3:42:00 AM

Don, wow I love this tale of a job I would hate to do, very brave way to earn a few bob, good luck mate..Dave