My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
Boy, this dump smells like a sump,
aromas do not stink,
This place wafts like a drainage ditch,
excuse me as I rant and bitch.
I’d hold my nose to this disposal,
either way I cannot breath,
this stagnant water bears a stench,
there is no thirst that this would quench.
This boggy swamp I do not need,
let’s scat before mosquitoes breed!
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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Oh no! Mozzies! Those little stinkers eat me alive.
They chewed about my ankles this past weekend, and I can ease the itch. Usually I’m spared.
Vinegar takes the itch out of a bite. Have you tried that?
Yes. It does offer relief. That’s how I got a handle on it! Thanks. Marilyn.
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