There was a time when we did not surf the internet-
The printed version, of the newspaper, is what we would get.
.
Every morning it would be waiting, on the lawn-
And, before you knew it, it would suddenly be gone.
.
For it would inside, in the midst, of a reader’s hand-
This scenario would be played out all over the land.
.
To check out the latest news and then to head to
that place for entertainment-
A daily read, with Dear Abby, was often spent.
.
Serious stuff was asked, and then the ones we
liked best-
Situations posed by that unusual writer guest.
.
Topics that weren’t generally discussed-
To keep on reading, we had to for it was a must.
.
We learned a lot, while at the same time being
amused-
Writers wanting answers, while some looking to
be excused.
.
Of course, as time has gone by, we have gained
other means of this sort of thing-
But, the sound of Dear Abby, will always have
that special ring.
.
There was a time when we did not surf the internet-
The printed version, of the newspaper, is what we would get.
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