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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