In the rain and churning sleet,
I walked and walked until I was beat,
Then, a miracle on 94th Street,
A little diner where I could eat,
It was the most uncomfortable seat,
By a window, there was no heat,
Soon, fully frozen were my feet,
Next, I froze to death with no establishment greet,
I was cremated, a nice warm treat,
They spread my ashes in a field of wheat.
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