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Jun 2014
These bloodsuckers won’t touch my skin
Finding the liquid inside too thin.
If one wanders up in haste
They quickly discover a bitter taste
Left behind through direct intention
A wordless action beyond mention
Fingers stained a golden hue
A single victim, they fall in cue.
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson
Written by
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson  Shermer, Illinois
(Shermer, Illinois)   
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