Roots
ROOTS
I’ve still got coal dust in my vein
And the smell of the Tyne on my skin
I’ve tried hard to scrub it in vain
Childhood’s the vessel I keep my mask in.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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