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April 21, 2009
Three-cornered jacks were the bane of our footloose and fancy free summers. A particularly nasty thorn with, as its name suggests, three protrusion for the price of one, they could be found lurking in the greenest and lushest of watered grass and, to make matters worse, grew in clumps, which meant that as soon as one foot sank down onto one patch it was just as likely you’d find more with your other foot while hopping around in agony. This in turn could prompt a fall, the misery of which was equalled only by the mirth of one’s so-called ‘friends’.