The bee in the bonnet,
the wasp in the sonnet,
the hornet in the Haiku –
all flying things must pass.
.
The fly in the ointment,
seeking for a cure,
the moth seeing the light,
when all had been obscure.
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Butterflies in stomaches,
nervously flutter about,
the dragon flies tonight,
and all is but a whim away.
Graeme Sandford 