The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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Carl Sandburg
Carl August Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967) was a Swedish-American poet, biographer, journalist, and editor. He won three Pulitzer Pr…
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