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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344573" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bugs (On a Summer's Day)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On any hot and sunny, summer's day, <br>Millions of bugs appear, to work and play.<br>Butterflies flit to and fro: they flit high and flit low; <br>Bringing a touch of beauty, wherever they may go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crimson red, with little black spots, is the ladybird.<br>My whole face lights up, whenever it's name is heard.<br>The honey bees, are industrious in their work: <br>Their responsibilities, they never ever shirk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then there's the ant, aka the earth excavation engineer; <br>One, I can stand, but a whole army feels me with fear.<br>I freeze with fear, when by a wilful wasp, I'm pursued.<br>They hang around, even when I don't have any food.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Likewise, different species of fly, varying in shape and size, <br>Look for food - to keep it covered, you'd be extremely wise.<br>Hoverflies, however, do pretty much as their name suggests, <br>But, unlike wasps, who look quite similar, they are not pests.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Storm flies may well be extremely tiny and titch, <br>But when they crawl on you, they don't half itch! <br>Outdoors, I dash away, if the sound of buzzing gets too close; <br>'Ha! I chased her away! ' the insects, to each other, I bet, boast! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tiny bugs, which crawl about in my hair, <br>Is one thing which, I really can not bear.<br>Woodlice, however, do not like the scorching sun, <br>And, if disturbed, to a new shelter, they'll quickly run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lacewings look pretty, with wings, all delicate and lacy, <br>But emitting a nasty smell to predators, they aren't tasty.<br>In the evening, Grasshoppers and crickets chirp away, <br>Signalling the closing in of yet another summer's day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q>
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Millions of bugs appear, to work and play.
Butterflies flit to and fro: they flit high and flit low; 
Bringing a touch of beauty, wherever they may go.

Crimson red, with little black spots, is the ladybird.
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