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Aug 2014
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  union sc
(union sc)   
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