Mist

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Mist

As I approach a dock

I am enveloped in mist

That arises from the sea!

It disobeys the clock

To strike as a fist

From out of a tree!

Always a mystery

Of eternal majesty

It permeates the air

With a perpetual lesson!

A mist sketch!

A mist sketch!

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