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Fog It creeps across the grass at night You can't even look at the lights. Thick as soup without a *** You can not see the tree top. Buildings to conceal from sight. A foggy night with a strange sight. You don't want to go out for fear of frighting. What could this fog bring tonight.
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
Fog
Fog It creeps across the grass at night You can't even look at the lights. Thick as soup without a *** You can not see the tree top. Buildings to conceal from sight. A foggy night with a strange sight. You don't want to go out for fear of frighting. What could this fog bring tonight.
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
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