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FOG
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
In the summer when the days are hot, I like to find a shady spot, And hardly move a single bit And sit, and sit, and sit, and sit.
Unknown
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Dating back to the 1600's, thermometers were filled with Brandy instead of mercury.
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