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Friday Poem

November 17, 2006


 

Fog

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg

  1. November 17, 2006 at 3:28 pm | #1

    I’ve always liked that poem.

  2. Siamang
    November 17, 2006 at 11:48 pm | #2

    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

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