I provide you with the local, national,
and international news of the day,
but I am a fairy tale to the younger generation,
an unknown, once given birth twice a day,
in the morning, and then again in the evening,

delivered by newspaper carriers
as they followed their routes by walking or riding
their bicycles carrying me in their paper bags,
tossing me on the front porch,
or placing me between the front doors.

Once upon a time,
I was an important part of many lives,
their only source of news
before the invention of television and the internet,
and now, even though I still exist,

the number of my pages have been slimmed down,
coming to life only once a day instead of twice a day,
now tossed out of car windows onto the driveway,
and in the future, I may become a museum piece,
a future I am not looking forward to.

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