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Fields Of Fog
Driving on the same street over and over again, seems like a bad dream.
lands of fog blinds me to see the things that are passing through and the things that are in front of me. I look at the pedometer and I'm going almost a hundred miles per hour when I look up there is a dear, I couldn't slow down so I had to hit it, my car spins in to a corn field, when I get out, there is corn and fog all around me I looked up to the sky and and saw the moon.
poem
by
Melissa Schreuder
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