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I,I,I,I,I,I,I . . . I wing my way With precision to animal heat. The viscuous, warm Mammalian liquid draws my Probe. The penetration is the ultimate Moment. I gorge, I feed, I Am at greatest risk. I am Legend. My spirit will live in the Great moisture land of the Forever warm. There has Been no other greater. I am A feeder. I live in the land Of the giant mammals. I Survive. I,I,I,I,I,I,I (the sound of a hand slapping) |  "The Mosquito Poem" |