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    Fog

    Oh! How wonderful you can be.
    You can't see a thing outside.
    You can be seen by anyone
    and must of all you are
    gray or white.
    You can be so cold, sometimes
    I wish I can stay outsidee.
    When I see you, I feel
    somethig inside me I can't
    explian.
    I always wonder how you
    comme out. Every time you came
    out I just want to sleep outside.
    When I am at home or somewhere
    I just love going to fantasy land of
    fog.
    When you leave I go sad until you
    came again.

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    Chigger2069 commented on Fog

    05-05-2009

    great way to describe it nice imagrey

    brandon commented on Fog

    03-12-2009

    i can relate to this

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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