Foggy foggy do
The morning was brittle and grey
The air looked like pea soup
The birds sang anyway.
I gazed out the window
the street had fuzzy edges
cotton wool in the urban meadow
cold like a winter sketch
I was taken aback, I was surprised
I felt a shiver, I felt the cold
Not what I expected as I rise
Shrug, let the day unfold.
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