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Carl Sandburg
Chicago Poems. 1916
56. Fog
The Fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Chicago Poems. 1916
56. Fog
The Fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.