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My glasses seem blur today,
I thought.

Walking along the street on a Tuesday morning,
I didnt’ seem to be able to see too far.

No, they are not.
Cousin of winter sneaked a visit,
and brought along a cloak.

Visibility was poor,
and vehicles moved slow.
Winter, has it arrived?
The question on the tips of tongue.

No worries, it’s only the fog.
Who came without company,
playful and cheeky, 
enjoyed his brief morning interlude,
and promises to visit very soon again.

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