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Two small brown pennies were thrust in his hand, Some bread, and a lump of coal, Our Mam had added a sprinkle of salt ‘For luck,’ she s..

An old, dying miner as seen through the eyes of his pet dog.

Ever imagine what that would be like? Just the slow hopelessness of it all. Leave a comment if you liked it!

It was bound to happen someday.

Unable to form any kind of relationship with other, Geoff goes out iinto the world

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