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Fog

  • Poetry

The fog was rolling in a couple of days ago, and it put me in mind of the poem we learned in grade school – Fog. I seem to have retained this poem in my long term memory, I guess, due to its simplicity and imagery. I still love it all these years later: Fog The fog comeson little cat feet. It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then… 

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