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Apr 2017
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?
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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