Once upon a late September
a day like this, as I remember –
A fog rolled in, then up on shore
it knocked down trees –
and knocked on doors,
It fogged the town, from here to there
we couldn’t drive, not anywhere,
So thick it lay, there was no doubt –
no smoke from chimneys, could get out
People choked, coughed and sputtered
no calls for help were ever uttered,
Birds would walk instead of fly
even seagulls didn’t try –
Everything’s been written down
this foggy day in London town.
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