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Late July, and the mosquitoes are out Blackening the sky with their swarm 15 feet from the campfire Lurks certain death. Billy strayed too far 1000 tiny syringes saw their chance He looked like a strawberry Dalmatian 37 bites, he said 37 small pieces of hell Late July, and the mosquitoes are out Billy had learned his lesson Nothing moves in the blue twilight Except the mosquitoes Blackening the sky with their swarm School days, have to do homework Alone, not bad, but Math, English, French together just like the mosquitoes Blackening the sky with their swarm
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
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Late July, and the mosquitoes are out Blackening the sky with their swarm 15 feet from the campfire Lurks certain death. Billy strayed too far 1000 tiny syringes saw their chance He looked like a strawberry Dalmatian 37 bites, he said 37 small pieces of hell Late July, and the mosquitoes are out Billy had learned his lesson Nothing moves in the blue twilight Except the mosquitoes Blackening the sky with their swarm School days, have to do homework Alone, not bad, but Math, English, French together just like the mosquitoes Blackening the sky with their swarm
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
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