I am at war With those ugly mosquitoes Simply because they suddenly Invade my poor body while I am thinking about our world... They just attack my poor body For sucking more and more blood of it As their delicious food... I suffer horribly from Those ugly mosquitoes crazily... They get as they want from my blood As if my looks-like a blood bank... I retaliate against those horrible mosquitoes As a kind of self-defense... It is a continuous war between me and Those ugly insects for ever and ever... I don't get tired chasing them And they keep landing on my body As a base for their supplies... And the on-going war never ends As long as I am alive and As long as they are alive... ______________________________________________________________________
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