Men in the miners cottageβ¦
Build your cribs
No more play
Before your half-day,
Trade your scrips
Wipe your soot
Heard from the seas
A lone castaway
on his knees
with a fasted gut
He frankly wrote
that he sprang a colony
from his shank in his float
Drag his rivers
Comb his woods
Sift those shores
Wash his grot
He sells
blessed liver
falsehoods
pearls in shells
bones in rot
Signed Ruby Bint.
Ruquayyah β‘πΰ§ 
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