No one knows from whence they come

those creatures of the night

stealthily amassing

with their blood-soaked swords to fight


They give nor ask no quarter

in their frenzied feeding lust

those damnable Mosquitoes

can suck you dry as dust.

◄ An Aussie Farmer's Lot.



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Dave Caplan

Mon 20th Jul 2020 18:57

I'm sorry folks but I have spent a couple of hours trying to figure out how to reply to you individually on your comments to my poems.....still can't make sense of it. having a deteriorating memory doesn't help.

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Dave Caplan

Sun 19th Jul 2020 23:32

Thank you all for commenting on my poem.
It is about a year since I was last on this site and things have obviously changed....I can no longer figure out how to reply to individual comments?

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Shifa Maqba

Sun 19th Jul 2020 20:04

Never thought I'd enjoy a poem on mosquitoes this much


Sun 19th Jul 2020 19:22

Enjoyed. Little sods or what?

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