In <br />A dak, misty morning last autum <br />I walked outside through that thick <br />Fog that was happening outside <br />Right infront of my eyes <br />That fog felt to me <br />Like being inside of a pickle jar <br />All day long<br /><br />Aldo Kraas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dark-misty-morning-last-autum/
