Ballad To Larry Knight
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Natasha-Amber Budden,
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Poetry
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2007
There was a miner called Larry Knight
Whose mind was filled with fear
As the walls came crushing down on him
Did he shed a tear?
Did he feel the rocks collapse
In that dark and dusty mine?
Did he know his mates were there
Just across the line?
Now he lay there cold as ice
Not moving, thinking or breathing
Laying there still on the ground
Not knowing his friends are leaving
Now your friends are out
Going to lots of parties every night
While you are not knowing
Rest in peace Larry Knight.