Jun 2016
again and again
we watch
yesterday's paper
wheeled out
folded, bound
for the dumps
its pulp reborn
for today's paper
and the headlines
reprint itself
over and over
we watch
yesterday's paper
wheeled out
folded, bound
for the dumps
its pulp reborn
for today's paper
and the headlines
reprint itself
over and over
newsbeat
Written by
Skipping Stones
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