Well, I grew up in the eighties when the Tories broke the unions
Miners stood at checkouts, filling bags with discount foods
On a coastal walk to school, I began to notice dirty needles
Where I used to count fishing boats, hallowed ocean views.
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Locals walked dogs along the coast, I knew most of their names
Until the village lost its workers, moved to citi…
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