Army of
Little vicious biters
Swarm in a cloud
Around ankles
And any hint
Of bare skin
And attack
The moment we stop
To rest
Or enjoy the view
Enough to
Drive a saint
To murder
Army of
Little vicious biters
Swarm in a cloud
Around ankles
And any hint
Of bare skin
And attack
The moment we stop
To rest
Or enjoy the view
Enough to
Drive a saint
To murder
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