CUDGELING AT MAREMOUNT
It wasn't far off, that overwhelming feeling again :
the coal mines just outside of Scranton, the decided
features of those digging deep into the Earth, fragging
poster-boys of toil and hurt. The steam-locomotive on
adjoining tracks, sweating and bulging with all its fire
and heat, on hold. Finally, no place to go! Staying put
as the rest of the world moved. Overhead, the thick
overcast of storm-cloud and steam together.
Not too distantly removed, once-again, the
old crooked houses hugged the hillside barely.
It wasn't far off, that overwhelming feeling again :
the coal mines just outside of Scranton, the decided
features of those digging deep into the Earth, fragging
poster-boys of toil and hurt. The steam-locomotive on
adjoining tracks, sweating and bulging with all its fire
and heat, on hold. Finally, no place to go! Staying put
as the rest of the world moved. Overhead, the thick
overcast of storm-cloud and steam together.
Not too distantly removed, once-again, the
old crooked houses hugged the hillside barely.
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