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Fog...                   From an idea suggested by Pharaohnica                               And with a tip of that cat to                            Carl Sandburg and Robert Frost Invisible to radar, mizzle falls Itself making the distance invisible Sandburg said that fog creeps in on little cat feet But rain-fog is sometimes the entire cat And if you walk outside into the cat Beyond the cat, the paws, what will you find Perhaps, like Schrodinger, the cat is not But then again, like you, maybe it is The mystery is lovely, dark, and deep But we have chores to tend, and they won’t keep
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Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
Fog and a Hypothetical Cat on the Fifth Sunday after Pentecost
Fog...                   From an idea suggested by Pharaohnica                               And with a tip of that cat to                            Carl Sandburg and Robert Frost Invisible to radar, mizzle falls Itself making the distance invisible Sandburg said that fog creeps in on little cat feet But rain-fog is sometimes the entire cat And if you walk outside into the cat Beyond the cat, the paws, what will you find Perhaps, like Schrodinger, the cat is not But then again, like you, maybe it is The mystery is lovely, dark, and deep But we have chores to tend, and they won’t keep
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel. Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
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Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
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