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They seem to be invisible....
I don’t see what they gain....
But when they’re done and gone away....
They leave behind a pain....
The female of the species is....
Responsible, they say....
‘Tis she who causes trouble, while....
The male stays far away....
Yet not much blood is needed....
Such a miniscule amount....
There’s no way that her needle could....
Diminish my account....
So, now I’ll make a treaty with....
Mosquitoes, when they light....
I’ll gladly give my blood, if she....
Will keep her poisoned bite....
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