Posted by Shawna Jacques
Any poetry I try to write
is thwarted by the many itching
gross, swelling, icky mosquito bites.
Posted on 2011/07/25, in Structured - Miscellaneous, Tales from Life, Traveling. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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