The Lucky Few

February 4, 2010
Walk and work all day in the freezing cold,
Death seems to be the only place to go,
No true place to call a home.
No food or water to drink,
Except just the dirty snow,
At times it seemed the lucky few,
Were those who died first.
But the true lucky ones,
Were those who never quite burst.

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