Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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0 Comments:Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Tuesday, March 11, 2003 Old Man Galligher was a fisherman 'round here (roundcheer) 2 generations ago, when cooks and housewives would walk down to the courthouse green and select from whatever he'd caught that morning. He had a wonderful response to the shoppers when they complained that the selection was poor - "Can't ketch fish when sheep are grazin' on the river". Now, when I drive to work, on windy mornings, with the broad expanse of the river speckled with foam, I think about sheep grazing out there and imagine doing this: 
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