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In the bowels of the cold dark damp earth,
Jenny the pit-pony fightsto give birth,
Dobbin born puny, his life looking bleak,
Jenny back pulling wagons within the week.
Down in the pit coal dark as night,
Poor animals never seeing daylight
Until strength gone, no longer in their prime,
Brought up to the surface for the first time.
Sadly, their eyes unable to adjust to the light,
Spend their last days as if its permanent night.


Copyright Margaret Robertson

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