Fw: fog

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From: Rob Smith <toanosmith@yahoo.com>
To: Rob Smith <rsmith@mycwa.com>
Sent: Tuesday, October 11, 2016 7:39 AM
Subject: fog

You hang in space where cold meets warm...

suspended as you wait;

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For morning's sun to shine new light

and make you dissipate.

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But fog, I resemble you, when morning comes

and sleep meets day,

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Cold meets warm within my frame and fog results;

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Until I think on your sweet name.

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My fog then lifts as You remain...

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All is well...all is well