Saturday, August 16, 2008

Oh Dear, My Dear Comments

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Coal fields are black without pinpricks or lips,
And the sooty men sit there too tired for tricks;
And, above them, the sky is so black, so eeried by night,
And the black little children fly black, eerie kites,
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Robert Rorabeck
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