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One winter morning back into high school,
I was late for the first class
(as I always do),
which was literature (that's cool).
Entering the classroom,
from my shoulder shrug the snow off,
surprisingly, I found
the teacher was explaining two poems to us all.
One was "Fog" by Sandburg,
the other I can't recall.
Since it's out of my expectation,
I was kind of excited.
Plus I knew about the poet a little bit.
"The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits lookin |
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