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PLOW, silly

I'm really sure this is going to be lost in the telling, but...

There's a town in England called Slough, rhymes with plow or plough or whatever.

There's a John Betjeman poem that starts, "Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!"

My late husband and his childhood friend would always call it Sluff. And then recite off the poem and laugh their heads off. So now I can only think of these things as Sluff and Pluff and so on...
 
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