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A pretty young Mother Superior

Went fly-fishing deep in the interior.

The fish were not biting –

Just black flies delighting

In her very superior posterior.

– A. “Buzz” Winger

There once was a black fly named Flicker

Who drank lots of black fly liquor.

Till he flew in the way

Of a Mercedes one day

And now he’s a bumper sticker.

– James Garner

In the springtime don’t go out backpacking,

Maine black flies will soon be attacking

Your ears, eyes, mouth and beak

So you can’t see, hear or speak,

You’ll just stand there whack-smacking and hacking.

– Uncredited

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