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He got me once

I missed him twice

The bump on my arm

Is not very nice

It’s ugly, you see

And it itches, like heck

This critter must die

Before he reaches my neck

He’ll suck out my blood

As if that’s not enough

He’ll come back for more

Till he’s sated and stuffed


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