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Aug 2019
growing up in the land of the hot sun
mosquitoes via with humans for food and blood
they swarm around hungrily looking to bite and feed
but like all things familiar they soon become objects of fun
we laugh merrily and chase them around or swat them when close
in no time they so lose their menace, just little insects humming by
why sweat the small stuff when there are more relevant stuff to do
who respects a mosquito or allows petty irritants to stress them out
you see them for what they are and when bored you chase them out
valuable training for life where people **** at the slightest annoyance
No, life ain't perfect and mosquitoes too have their place on earth too
there are always going to be pests and irritants in our fine world
Just learn to know that mosquitoes are small irrational mad nuisances
and you are a human, play with playthings, they do fear you but they
are still brainless enough to buzz around,some needs swatting though
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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