Dark Clouds
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Mark Heathcote
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Tenacious blighters, they bite us endlessly
Summer evening's buzz with biting gnats
I need insect repellent not waving bats
By the middle of the night, I'm temporarily
Going crazy, wishing I wasn't so, itchy
I was back in the city.
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