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Your Morning Newspapers
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The Ones I Call Poetry Daily you read right through me as I speak volumes,
The parts you always miss are the important ones,
Like a child you look for the funnies and the games,
Ignoring the issues,
Why am I at you doorstep every morning,
Waiting for your eyes to fix on me?
Because,
For a brief moment I'll be all you see,
And I'll have meaning and purpose in your day,
How I wish to mean your forever,
Instead of being an evanescent prospect.
