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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Canary Song
[time] => 2003-07-16 22:45:00
[hometext] => Miners used to take canaries into the mines with them. If the canary died, it usually ment that they hit a pocket of deadly methane gas. So, the canaries were like a life-line for the miners.
[bodytext] => Down in the darkness In the damp pits of Hell A tiny canary Sings a morbid death knell She chirps a light tune As hunched men chip away At the oily black coal For a months worth of pay Four sets of eyes widen As she catches her breath Each man wonders If this signals their death She continues her song So merry and gay They heave a collective sigh They won't die today She croons to her companions In these bottomless pits They'll nurture and protect her For it's their death if she quits So this tiny canary And four men of the earth Continue their life's work For what it's worth. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Tanna [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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