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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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