Garrison Keillor waxes poetic on his love of the New York Times:
Thank you so much for coming
I wish I saw you more
Sorry I can't offer lunch
I've got to shove you out the door
I'm afraid I'm just too busy
I have fallen way behind
My garage is full of ten years
Of the Sunday New York Times
Some get their news from the radio
Some people read headlines
I read every single word
In the Sunday New York Times
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