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Mosquito Wars Update

One night during the Great Mosquito Wars After a three-hour struggle Using subterfuge, with candles, lights, "gas" - There was not a single sighting About the third hour, into the wee-est hours I felt a movement (by the enemy) Quick as a flash, my hands slapped my knee: Not a Mighty Mosquito, not even a fly, just a flea

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Date: 1/21/2020 1:08:00 PM
Lol good one...hate them
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Date: 1/18/2020 5:06:00 PM
This is cute and able to elicit a smile or two, Anil :) Hope you'll keep us updated on this topic! Regards & Peace // paul
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