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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Remembering Carl Sandburg - The Fog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fog descends <br>in the wee hours of dawn<br>like a sacred thing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">moves slowly to the ground<br>the way mom would pour milk <br>from a half frozen can</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the newspaper plant<br>the reel has just started running</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the words go so fast<br>they are the process of thought<br>reenacted on papers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">millions and millions of information<br>precipitated to get to the right one</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not all news are accurate as <br>we would love them to be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fog plays with them before <br>the sun shines through it </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what remains after are little <br>lovely jewels on leaves <br>and - our eye lashes<br>to help us weigh the day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">by john tiong chunghoo<br>inspired by</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fog<br> <br>The fog comes<br>on little cat feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It sits looking<br>over harbor and city<br>on silent haunches<br>and then moves on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Carl Sandburg</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423851" data-title="Remembering Carl Sandburg - The Fog de John Tiong Chunghoo" data-description="The fog descends in the wee hours of dawn like a sacred thing moves slowly to the ground the way mom would pour milk from a half frozen can in the newspaper plant the reel has just started running the words go so fast they are the process of ..."></div> </div> </div>
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