Cyril Johanssen chipped away underground for a quarter-century as times changed overhead. Men and their moods didn't occupy his mind. Cyril Johansen inched along in incremental unconcern, pick pick pick, as the bosses slid to oily irresponsibility for their workers. Claimed we didn't live in a mining town but a town with a mine in it. Hack hack hack. Smooth respect to raggedy greed.
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