At fifty minutes past eight,
The guard could see the gate…
Formerly hid
By a fog lid,
This fog does obfuscate!
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He was hoping no delivery
Came through the water droplet sea…
Fouling his mission
That limited vision,
Of what the camera’s wide iris could see.
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No fog horn had blown,
The guard was on his own…
without audience
It didn’t make sense,
Simulating a fog horn’s moan!
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–Jonathan Caswell