The weather is warm in the south. Mosquitoes love this time of the year.
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In the heat of the summer I do not rest.
That is when I do damage best.
I am the mosquito who loves to bite.
It is not hard to find me at night.
You will not escape my gruesome attack.
I will even bite you on the back.
The sun gives warmth to the earth for me to survive.
I am the mosquito and I am alive.
Me and my buddies love to swarm.
I like places that keep me warm.
When least expected I will strike.
I carry disease with my little bite.
Copyright 2010 Shannon Farlouis
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