Just having a little fun in January. You have an idea you think is quite bright.
“How romantic!” you think “Under the starlight.” But the insects abound, grow wings, and take flight, And it’s no longer your food, but YOU that they bite! And every snapped twig gives you a fright. This is why people don’t picnic at night.
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