Cklw
There was an AM station from years ago.
I tuned in at night to hear my radio.
Their tower was based in Windsor, Ontario.
They would let the best of Canadian artists flow.
During the day, it was a station I could never hear.
Another entity on the same frequency was broadcasting near.
When 8PM rolled around, that broadcaster went off the air.
The Canadian station took over from there.
I always heard the latest sounds from the Guess Who.
They also had the Stampeders and the Bells too.
One day, the broadcasts would disappear.
Their music and messages I could no longer hear.
That Canadian transmitter’s call letters were CKLW.
Like many other AM locations, they bid adieu.
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