Friday Poem


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Fog

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg

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The fog comes in on little cat feet
I know this is true by far
the fog truely comes in on little cat feet
it left tiny prints on my car