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To a Deer Tick

  Invasive and far-flung, You made yourself at home, Then loosed your dreadful tongue To spread your awful foam,   And raised your cup to toast Your intimate, the deer, A once distinguished host, Now feverish, I fear.   To make our day complete, You left your precious stash: Your gift a spirochete, Your calling […]

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