So here is a poem being posted in memory of the miners and their families. My condolences to their families and all involved.
"The church bells rang 29 times so we knew it was final and the end of the line. Now 29 miners are at heavens gate with coal silt dirty faces
asking is it 2 late? When god replies with half a grin, " no my children come on in". They place their mining lights gently on heavens floor when
...god said "job well done" leave your boots at the door.
RIP!
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