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Don't think I could ever forget the smutchy odor of a burned barn, or the vinegary scent of fear of folks born in the wrong country^ or the achingly clean perfume of paraffin-dipped crepe paper flowers.

As for the poets of Queen Anne's reign, it is enough to prove what a kennel standard of poetry was then established, that Swift's smutchy verses are not even yet excluded from the collections.

Them womin in bonnets and smutchy pinafores?