Journalism hasn’t lost its business model. It has lost its purpose

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A New Age of Media

Like half-popped corn grown soggy overnight in a forgotten bowl

Blither and drivel

No promise or invitation

Structure long decayed

Indolence becomes insult to the morning

And dirties the memories of the night

Put away the dregs of the party

Even use the recycling bins

Sweep the floor

Let us begin the new day with freshly baked bread

On shining new plates

With rich smelling coffee

Lets begin with the work of craftsman

Let’s begin the day mindfully

With what we need to hear

Wisdom having cleared yesterday’s issues

To celebrate the new day

Crisp, fresh, sweet smelling

Celebrating the people at our table

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