By Gene Novogrodsky
The customers drop,
Daily and weekly.
The paper thins,
Thins some more,
Threatens to close.
All over North America,
And the paper ladies,
Those sleepless drivers of dawn,
Lose customers, and their arms,
Tired in the past from backhanded tosses and flips and throws,
Rest, rest with a cost …as the paper ladies still need gas
And the routes are the same, just shrunken [...]

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