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Black
Black
Black coal down the mineshaft so deep
Takes a pale sheen as my eyes do weep
Days without comfort are sending me down
The caged bird twitters but I still frown
Escape to the surface via cable or pills
The former brings succour, the latter masks ills
Sometimes my anguish calls the loudest of all
While strength I seek from a larder too small
©R...
Tuesday 21st July 2009 2:57 pm
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