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Keith Armstrong - My Father Worked on Ships
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My Father Worked on Ships
Keith Armstrong
My father worked on ships.
They spelked his hands,
dusted his eyes, his face, his lungs.
Those eyes that watered by the Tyne
stared out to sea
to see the world
in a tear of water, at the drop
of an old cloth cap.
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