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Lethal Landscaping

Something in so-called modern landscaping amuses me no end; be it in plush mansions, resorts or some cottages round the bend. Seems to folks who fancy themselves as aesthetically cultured, a well-mown lawn is never deemed artistically manicured unless there are antique-looking pots, dynasty jars strewn around, which must be slightly cracked or broken, partly sunken in the ground, like unearthed ancient markers of a mummified queen's jewelry; but to plumbers like me, it's a health-risky, silly mystery. Pots and jars breed mosquitoes that inject into your artery malaria, courtesy of landscaping's mandatory pottery!

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