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Cochran Shoals (Writercize 191)

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The road runs along it's path Ending at the car park Runners ramble along the ruins Of the old paper mill. Slapping sounds of spawn Working their way along the bank Fluid flowing to carry them To the fisherman wading there. Squirrel stares down at me Sitting on my bench Taking in the promenade Of humanity healing their souls. 

Your Oldies Radio (Blogophilia 15.5)

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It’s a bright good morning here on WOFT, Old Fart’s Radio.  I’m Harry Handy, your randy dandy radio host.  Have you had your Metamucil today? Good.  Here, we spin songs so old, they really should be science experiments.  Moldy and goldy. We had a programming meeting here at the station.  We call them “Come to Jesus” meetings because our Station Manager sounds like Jimmy Swaggart in a motel room with a stripper.  All fire and brimstone .   But, I digress.  The meeting really was about adding more energy here at the Old Fart, because our ratings are lousy except for the over 50 demographic.  But that fits.  The Colonoscopy Contingent.  You and me and everyone else that still uses this outdated technology called terrestrial radio.   Speaking of fire, here is song about that very subject…. …And that was, of course, the Little Bastard himself… Every now and then, we get calls.  Yes, real ...