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The Workin Mans Poetry

The Workin mans poetry is not understood,
The pictures lose more colour every year,
Twas’ ever thus,
It ain’t easy being green

Door opens in the afternoon a tired smile,
a cup of tea some days, pub days, laughing spending time, doing what seems like nothing, now it seems more like the fine wine of forgetting and remembering all mixed together.

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