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Welcome, Stranger<\/strong><\/p>\n The half dozen gray geese So, stranger, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Joe Cottonwood<\/strong> has worked as a carpenter, plumber, and electrician for most of his life. He is the author of nine published novels, a book of poetry, and a memoir. He lives in La Honda, California,\u00a0where he built a house and raised a family. His most recent book is 99 Jobs: Blood, Sweat, and House<\/a>s<\/em>\u00a0 Website: http:\/\/joecottonwood.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Welcome, Stranger The half dozen gray geese in our town’s central pond used to strut out on the road to attack trucks. Grills, tires. Pecking. If you honked a car horn at them, then you were speaking their language. They’d hiss and cuss you out. The folks in town got so fed […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10920","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10920","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10920"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10920\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10923,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10920\/revisions\/10923"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10920"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10920"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10920"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin our town’s central pond
\nused to strut out on the road
\nto attack trucks. Grills, tires. Pecking.
\nIf you honked a car horn at them,
\nthen you were speaking their language.
\nThey’d hiss and cuss you out.
\nThe folks in town got so fed up
\nwith those geese that we did exactly that:
\nfed up on them.<\/p>\n
\nwelcome to our local tavern.
\nLet me buy you a drink.
\nJust don\u2019t cuss anybody.<\/p>\n