THE HUNGER CALLS

The wind whispers

The snowflakes crunch

My mind races as I barely hold down lunch

I wish for the shelter

That I know will never come

For wishing is all that can be done

Brown penny, brown penny

Is what I sing

as the cold creeps in closer

Its time to bring





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