The Fog
In the early suburb mornings,
Out on the county roads
There is heavy fog in view
It should slow traffic down to a roll.
But that's not always the case,
When there is gloom, that comes into play
It plays with the lives of people
The obscure took some lives today.
Sad to say this, but it's the truth,
We all know precisely just what to do
Slow down on those county roads
"Or the fog will eventually take you."
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