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I pulled out my weed sprayer. I
meant business this time. I loaded in
the herbicide, doubling its strength. It
was strong enough to knock down an
oak at fifty paces. I went around the
yard, spraying anything that had any
resemblance to a dandelion, or any
coloration close to yellow on the light
spectrum. I sprayed with enough spray
that if they didn’t die from the poison,
they would surely drowned. I sprayed
a swath a foot in diameter around them.
I was determined to make an example
out of any dandelions that came near
my yard.
My yard looked good - good of
course meaning everywhere except the
brown circles where I sprayed the
dandelions. But then, in about a
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