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| Jan/Feb 2003 |
e c l e c t i c a
h u m o r & s a t i r e
Clogs
Somewhere in the subterranean realms between the house and the city sewer line—precipitated by the penetration of Ponderosa Pine roots and exacerbated by a sudden influx, from every drain in the house and the one overworked toilet, of various effulgent byproducts of multi generational communal living—a clog developed.
Jonathan Potter
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