H The Coalminer

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Dad worked in the coal mines
Where the sun never shines
It was wet, and cold
And smelled of mold
He used a carbide light
For in there it was as dark as night
He never had any fancy tools
Around, and about the mines he would use mules
Rats running beneath his feet
They too were working to get something to eat
He went hungry a lot
For the pay he got
But, it was more than some
He never had any fun
The dust was so thick
He had to feel for his pick
He could hardly see his hand
Let alone another man
Digging, and blasting out coal
Down deep in that old black hole

In memory of my dad!
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