A morning walk, a muggy day,
A little warm for not-yet-May;
The country air both fresh and still -
A pleasant outing, right? Until...
The gnats attacked, around my face
And soon they weaseled everyplace -
Into my ears, beneath my hat,
Along my scalp - I squashed some flat...
But every squished one brought ten more,
Which kept arriving by the score.
I waved...
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