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Mosquitoes On a Flesh Rest

Some things you at last get And still eyes with tears wet, Others you scramble to get And failing Shabby Anger let … Have we each other met, When our eyes had to be wet And a need to Virulent Anger let? I would without a licensing fret Over a Denied Mosquito Net And go ahead to with my life bet That up I shall you set For midnight mosquitoes in the forest To on your flesh rest.

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