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PRIVATE MOSQUITO OWNERS II


Go to so and so tonight
Suck his blood and let him die
When you've done so, errand boy,
Come back to me for some wine.
Cause the traffic, too, to crash
Cause the lofts to fall apart
Cause the engines, too, to crack:
None shall work; not in our land.



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PRIVATE MOSQUITO OWNERS II

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