Mosquitoes: Poetry, Not Prose

If I go barefoot
They bite my toes
If I wear hats
They bite my nose
I do not like
Those mosquitoes

I try to run but
They seem to knows
Whichever way
I am planning to goes
I do not like
Those mosquitoes

But you mosquitoes
This answer I do pose
I hope the winds
Do forever blows
In directions
We both would haven chose

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