A new day
Arrives on the lush green grass
Fresh off the press
Damp from water we do not have enough of here in Southern California.
Headlines
Blurred lines
What matters? What’s important? If I am uncertain an editor will shout.
THIS!
A columnist will herald
THAT!
Stooping to pick up printed page Smile rises. Privilege of time on a beautiful spring morning.
Returning to my breakfast table I read of troubles and turmoil, difficulties and strife and I wonder
What brings us here each morning?
Other’s struggles beckon.
Call out.
We attend and then
Pour another cup.
And another day has begun. We are informed.
Be Strong. Be Courageous. Be You. 
Great photo! Pour another cup…Love that!
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As a newspaper fan who has grudgingly forsaken hard copies for e-versions, I enjoyed your verse thoroughly.
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A tribute to a newspaper…creative idea! I am sad that our local paper is not really producing much anymore. We only get the paper on Sundays. I miss the feeling of sitting with a newspaper over coffee and breakfast on weekdays!
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Getting the paper is one of the first things I do in the morning. I would be lost without it even though it is often times filled with troubling news.
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So very few get a paper anymore. We do and this makes me think about how casually I read of others tragedy while I am sipping my coffee in my comfortable surroundings. I need to be more grateful for the life that I am leading, when so many are suffering and finding evil at their doorstep.
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I only get the Sunday paper. My neighbor is letting me pick hers up all week while she’s away. I love the morning paper – such an old tradition. And your thought is exactly what I was going for – but you are the only one who has commented on the theme I intended. ☀️
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It took me a while to think how to say it because I was disturbed by the feeling I got. Almost didn’t comment because I thought maybe I was reading it wrong when I saw other comments.
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