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It’s nothing, really, just a scratch I’ll simply leave it be. Oh look, it’s formed a little bump It’s right here on my knee. Oh crap, another, is this a rash? It’s spreading ‘cross the skin My hands feel like they’re cushioning A thousand tiny pins. And on my back there’s one to match The large mark on my face. How ever did I get myself Into this painful place? Then the bites, as one big batch Began to turn and itch “Enough!” I said, “I can’t stand it These things hurt like a ***** Sadly, I realized there’s a catch I cannot mess with those. For if I do, they’ll multiply Like sharp thorns on a rose. I hear a buzz and I ****** A mosquito from the air. I guess they knew in biting me That I would really care.
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
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It’s nothing, really, just a scratch I’ll simply leave it be. Oh look, it’s formed a little bump It’s right here on my knee. Oh crap, another, is this a rash? It’s spreading ‘cross the skin My hands feel like they’re cushioning A thousand tiny pins. And on my back there’s one to match The large mark on my face. How ever did I get myself Into this painful place? Then the bites, as one big batch Began to turn and itch “Enough!” I said, “I can’t stand it These things hurt like a ***** Sadly, I realized there’s a catch I cannot mess with those. For if I do, they’ll multiply Like sharp thorns on a rose. I hear a buzz and I ****** A mosquito from the air. I guess they knew in biting me That I would really care.
6/16/2012 (c) MDC
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
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