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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
©Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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rumpathinks said:
Interesting and entertaining!!!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you! 😀
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Tenacity T said:
LOL! Love this and oh so true!!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
My daughter’s like a mosquito magnet, so I wrote this when she was bitten yet again lol
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Tenacity T said:
Oh me too 😑 Lol 😂
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WaltPage said:
Now you’ve done it. You’ve made me all itchy. Hehehe
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Ha! Darn skeeters!!
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Frank Frisson said:
Lol. A poem to pin to a wall if there ever was one. Hate mosquitoes!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Agreed, the nastiest little buggers ever!
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America On Coffee said:
Cute n clever!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much! 🙂
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Erika Kind said:
Had one in my room last night 😠
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Dorinda Duclos said:
They are never welcome but they invite themselves in anyway lol
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Erika Kind said:
Yep, they simply don’t ask 😒
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