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I Netted Mosquito Magic ™

I Netted Mosquito Magic ™

(near microscopic totally tubular proboscis
gave one local bummer, a bloody respite this
summer, hence....aye goot good wry min
reason tubby a tuneful hummer.)

No sooner than getting
weltanschauung after getting bit
from female blood-sucking insect,
(which critters actually

considered little lord of the flies
comprise family culicidae)
a most amazing
extraordinaire inoculated me

with short lived surprise talent,
which got this
American male infected
with three hundred seconds

of super human impeccable skill
short-lived feat found
body, mind or spirit
capable to transcend natural

limits of usual abilities,
infusing this ordinary guy
with an unpredictable
supreme titillating, stupefying,

resounding, hair-raising, glorifying,
fleeting, entertaining,
daunting, catapulting, bedazzling,
amazing stints possessing,

thy being from invisible source
thence when expending said
burst of tremendous spurt,
per awesome bout of mental,

physical or spiritual bags of tricks
eclipsing mortal prowess
with stratospheric wow
fear less factor

ultimate fatigue found
this bloke supine
and unable to summon forth
one iota of strength.

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