Hiking through the trails,
With an ocean overlook,
Mosquitoes sing tales.

Ears are morphing red,
They're singing very loudly,
Now I want them dead.

Walking fast with dread,
Bites covering my body,
They're fed, full of bread.

Swarming through the trails,
Steady swatting them with haste,
I fail, they prevail.

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