Conditions of Use
Fog
Fog, a sheet of endless gray
You see it barreling toward you
You stay as the fog careens you closer
You try to run but you it corners you
Now you have disappeared
Can you be saved?
But then suddenly something brightens up the day
The fog has now passed he waves goodbye
His gas floats away
You will see him again one day
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