Fog
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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