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'Twas the night of the Bradford Pear Stench,
When all up and down the street
Every old man, old woman, laddie and wench
Did wish once again to Winter meet.
OK, I *know* I'm never going to be Poeta Atlantiae. :-P
Fortunately, the stink will go away in a day or so (to be followed hard on by the dreaded Green Spooge). But tonight, the tall, white-flowered trees rival the Dumpsters as the local malodorant.
When all up and down the street
Every old man, old woman, laddie and wench
Did wish once again to Winter meet.
OK, I *know* I'm never going to be Poeta Atlantiae. :-P
Fortunately, the stink will go away in a day or so (to be followed hard on by the dreaded Green Spooge). But tonight, the tall, white-flowered trees rival the Dumpsters as the local malodorant.
