Just off highway 80
I throw up my boy scout
puptent and zipper myself in tight.
mosquitoes are out in force this evening
I try to hide inside my bedroll but
it's too warm to lie playing dead,
hoping not to get bit by the blood *******
little monsters, reminds me of tax time.
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 9:35 AM UTC
Just off highway 80
I throw up my boy scout
puptent and zipper myself in tight.
mosquitoes are out in force this evening
I try to hide inside my bedroll but
it's too warm to lie playing dead,
hoping not to get bit by the blood *******
little monsters, reminds me of tax time.
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