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It grows like wild grass My grandmother used to say that often. I didnt know what Chiendent was. You have to pull out the wild grass before it goes to seed she would yell every summer. To be honest, I thought it was some kind of expression that only my grandmother knew the tune to. I also thought it might be an insult. A mix between son of a bitch and bastard.

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