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Topic: Literature and working life (life on the job)
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Arch Stanton
rabble-rouser
Babbler # 2356
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posted 07 May 2002 01:16 PM
Here's one of mine from over 20 years ago, inspired by spending 12 (mostly solitary) hours at a time, 3,000 ft. underground, driving a front-end loader all over a potash mine:Load up on fuel and atomic dust Clip on my laser light Illumination is a must In darkness, less visible than night Creeps on jeeps and the drivers of the miners Are of no concern to me As I float around in my battlestar In the black hole of Block C A cruiser of this hollow space Is all I intend to be I know that I have found my place Underground Astronaut at IMC. For some reason I think there is more that I disremember, but...
From: Borrioboola-Gha | Registered: Mar 2002
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skdadl
rabble-rouser
Babbler # 478
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posted 07 May 2002 02:44 PM
There is a splendid Canadian poet, but his name isn't coming to me ... I'll worry over this.(Besides you, Arch, besides you! ) I suppose they've already thought of Germinal? Too elevated? Too general? At the level of pop culture, I think everyone should be able to sing "Sixteen Tons": You load sixteen tons And whaddya get Another day older And deeper in debt Saint Peter dontcha call me Cause I cain't go I owe my soul To the company store.
From: gone | Registered: May 2001
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