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mi fatha.

Mi fatha

Mi fatha wer a miner,
a big owd man wer ee,
wi an 'eart so bold it wer solid gold
en that wer plain te see,
al si thee yung un he wud sey
as off te pit eed trot,
mi mam ed never know if eed be
cumin bak or not.

darn Denaby pit e wud gu
a dank en dusky hole,
twer not much gud fer a man like im
ee wer’nt a bloody mole!,

bak brekin werk wer hewin coyel
en freekinin dark en all,
en colliers werst neetmare
wer wen th roof ed fall,
trapt darn pits n’ha way tu dee
en that ah’m tellin thee,
tis gud advice tu stop up top
ah’l tell thee that fer free,

ah’l allus remember copper
e cem a knocking
mi mam she fear’d werst
wen ah’la sudden
a flooda tears did berst,

n’ha th pit ed got mi fatha
ee wer’nt cumin om at all
'twer th coliers werst neetmare
th' roof.. ed 'ad.. a fall.

Obious Greyous.

Last few words: 
For quite sometime now I've been asking myself, why do I "post" "share" *AHEM* "lay bare my soul" (call it what you will) on public forums because, I not looking for affirmations or plaudits, insightful critiques, or other. Essentially I'm a selfish twat that writes purely for my own pleasure and couldn't give the proverbial "flying fuck" what the aficionados of true poetry think, and I would urge, nay! insist !! that should you feel the need to comment on this garbage you do so with all the honesty of a Sunday morning beer shit. Obi.
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Comments

reading your "last few words" has made it all worthwhile!

*hugs, (the) Cat

When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

Yeah that does it for me too.

story told, about the father bold
He went to work and fed his family
digging for the coal.
The roof fell in and buried him
no funeral for the man.
The copper came and said he's gone
told it to the mam.
I guess I'll go and have pint or two
for the dear old dad
that went to work digging coal
the story's oh so sad.

Sorry, I couldn't resist! You do that to me every time! ~ Geez.

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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

Some fine work here, Obi. From one selfish twat to another.

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