Barker Hill Had a thunderstorm Dynamite jarring the ground Knocking the bottom From Uncle Ed’s well Turning the mortar In his chimney Into dust The roar of the big trucks Night and day Hauling locally To Hart’s tipple It was his home His refuge From the people At the base Of the hill But they …
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