There Used To Be A Day
Ah, there used to be a day when we got our news every morn’
It was hand delivered, sometimes wet and sometimes torn
We traded sections over coffee and toast
Vying for those parts we loved the most
It was a very special time of the day
Gathering information and then filing it away
There were headlines, sports, comics, and obituaries
In the rolled papers hand delivered by tired secretaries
But there was no perpetual stream of information
Only the Morning News and then real conversation
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Author:
MDStone (
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