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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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