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going home | poem

going home | poem

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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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