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Bread

I admit I was wrong.  It happens all the time.

Maybe more now that I’m older.

Maybe more now that I’m dumber

And quicker to fact-check before posting.

Like this:

This is a photo of a sourdough boule I bought

At a local farmers market.  Locally baked.

Six dollars and I got it home and thought

Leaping lizards!  There’s only three bucks of bread

Around all these gaping cavities.  I bin scammed!

Well, no.  I looked up the baking process of sourdough.

It’s supposed to have all these holes

Like Swiss cheese.  Holes are where it’s at.

Sort of the way life is, no?

 

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