The wind blows a tin can
Slowly across the way
Wrapping the dirty blanket around her
Aching to chase the cold away
She hides from the stares
Trying hard not to care
But tracing the wrinkles and grime
There flows a silent tear
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She fights a wayward cat
For a morsel of food she found
Her only feast for the day
Eaten from a hard, cold ground
Every hour that passes by
Seems like one long, hard day
She sits alone, cold and hungry
Wondering how she got this way
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Somewhere tangled up in time
She lost her family, her home
Desolate she roams the streets
All she cared about is gone
Nothing but the icy coldness
And the clothes on her back
Just a few meager belongings
Stuffed inside a paper sack
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The wind blows a tin can
Slowly across the way
Wrapping the dirty blanket around her
Aching to chase the cold away
(C) Linda Hill 2008
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