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They prepared a squad to ambush On hairy forests of a human head. Things were well planned to push The army on the murky skin-bed. Army of Lice marched on warily Towards the places assigned to all. They had to peep everywhere slyly Lest they are knocked by Fingernail. The Larger ones are the commanders Of this momentous Guerrilla attack. Smalls will follow forgetting Slanders And battle with guts, work in Pack. They furrow the skin to make Trench So that they can fight and stay secure. Some would plunge in them to drench Themselves in the blood for adventure. These Lice have a Mission to fulfill. They make slices of nice hair with Their teeth of Vice like stinging Eel Or Mice, with ruthless urge beneath. They have attacked on the Two-footed, Some would hide and ambush at once, Some hang by hair until it’s uprooted. All they do is sip, sting, cling, flounce.

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Date: 10/22/2011 11:38:00 AM
Hello, p.d. I am fine. it is actually Saturday night here. it is good night, good morning to you though. :)
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Date: 10/22/2011 11:12:00 AM
osman ,~Good morning! How are you this early Saturday :-) morning. Stopping by to read a couple of poems and Haiku's .ENJOYING LIFE THIS MORNING, SMILES.. Take care and have yourself a GOOD DAY~ ;-) Always,..p.d
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Date: 10/21/2011 9:40:00 PM
thanks, Andrea, for appreciating. It is small but universal problem. I hope your daughter will no longer have the problem. Thanks again.
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Date: 10/21/2011 11:10:00 AM
oh, boy, what a great personification of those nasty Lousy lice! I remember when my daughter got it in grade school. What a horror show to finally get them all out, resulting in her having to have her nice long hair cut off!
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