Cold, Foggy Day
By marebel
Cold, foggy day in our city the poor huddle in doorways waiting for the soup kitchens to open Faint Christmas carols heard in the distance warm, chicken soup fills the body for a time but not the soul Do they wonder about their mortality or do they just lay down and fall into an eternal sleep? Wait, the little ,old man dies with a smile upon his face... Cold, foggy day in our city and nameless faces go by... Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 06:34 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"Cold, foggy day in our city..."