Quagga Mussel

January 11, 2018

Onto boats and plants I latch
Hiding where the eye can’t catch
Spreading round my evil plan
Moving into foreign lands
You can’t escape my watery grasp
Invading lakes and living in packs
Clogging pipes and filtering lakes
All the nutrients and algae I take
I spread quickly as you can see
There is no getting rid of me

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