dog days —
I keep killing
the same mosquito
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4 comments:
Don't you mean groundhog day blues? ;-)
Alan - that's a great kigo! I suspect, however, that "groundhog day blues" in New England will have more to do with snowdrifts than mosquitoes...
Love this... languid and exasperated, all at once!
This is great. A feeling we can all relate to at times. Those bugs that just keep reappearing.
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