#19 Carl Sandburg – Fog

The fog comeson little cat feet.
It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.

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I had a poem published

I had a poem called Precipice published! I don’t often write poetry (see my other 43Things goals for why, heh) but I was pretty proud of this.

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