Fog is silver, white and wispy

Fog comes out when the air is chilly

It hangs over cities, farms and houses,

It blinds the cars and trains

If anything is in fog's way it's swallowed up in misty blankets

Fog is something that comes and goes,

First it's a big grey cloud,

It turns to tiny silver wisps,

and then it slips away.


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