Foggy Thursday grips me tight
He blankets the city, winning the fight
But Foggy Thursday is a friend
He brings the clarity to an end
Oh Thursday, don’t let go
You hid the world we knew
And covered the dump with misty magic
When you leave, it becomes tragic
So come back soon, Foggy Thursday
I need your clouds to shroud the way.
The following are poems written by Ayem Good. The author is deployed to Iraq at this time, but I'm going to update the site with more poems as he sends them to me in the paper mail. These works are copyrighted. You can reach him at infinateoz@gmail.com and me at emrobu@gmail.com ~Em
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