Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Friday, July 14, 2006

Separating the wheat from the chaff

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Blogger David said...

ahh , yes. Just like the pioneers used to do. Plug the box fan in, crank it up, and VOILA ..... winnowed wheat!

6:15 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

She's just trying to guarantee that she can have some of the bread when the Little Red Hens get together to make it and bake it!

10:10 AM

 

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