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by david kessel Aug 20, 2004 category : Life, society / other
In moody thickets roams fog, Uncured and fluffy like a dog, Like milk its white, dense like egg nog. Refreshing,gluey, seeping fog. From whence comest thou, from which far bog? Thy tepid smell sets me agog, Balooning, heavy like a hog. You trample land, oh, sticky fog. I see no log, and hear no frog With sights and sounds erased by fog, In Nature's wheels you are a cog, Lactating, restless, pasty fog.