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“The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on...”
– Carl Sandburg, “Fog” (via chairofbullies) (via crashinglybeautiful)
I love this poem. I remember my mom reciting it to me when I was a kid. Of all the poems I’ve read and studied since, I can’t think of one I truly enjoy more, and that is saying a lot. Oh, what a little sentimentality...
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