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Aug 2015
all mixed up in a pea souper
white-out-sea-fog
envelopes all
sounds of ghostly
goings on
somewhere out there
along the invisible shore
a man calls to his dog
and seagulls answer
grounded unable to fly
Written by
nivek
603
       --- and mori
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