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Every morning my breakfast I get, then into the living room and switch on the set
BBC is the channel I choose, a new day to ponder, a new day of news Upon the red sofa sit the regular faces, positioned as always in their regular places The sequence rolls, articles are read, timed to catch us once we’ve left our bed Naga chastises, Charlie plays cool, while Dan and Louise are acting the fool Sally and Mike tell sporting tales, and Steph’s at a factory in deepest Wales Their guests are welcomed and interviewed together, then it’s over to Carol for a look at the weather The woes of the world fill us with despair, poverty, hunger, life can be so unfair Terror and anguish tear our hearts and our minds, everyone looking for the right words to find Being impartial to political claims, interviewing protagonists who are staking their claim Attempting to unravel the truth from the lie, can you believe anyone, I hear you cry Now comes the sport, that should lighten the tone, a last minute goal from a player unknown A fastest run claiming the golden medal, but then another cheat being caught on a pedal Brings us back down to earth and stops being funny, as we realise sport is all about money No, let’s be positive, there are definitely wins, those brave boys and girls who compete without limbs It’s near to the end, a celebrity chat, an actor’s story which tells us that Their life is enriched by the work that they do, their charity fundraising or saving a zoo Perhaps a new drama about life on the street, how a chance encounter helped them back on their feet Or the rock star’s comeback now singing the blues, that’s all for today folks, that’s the end of the news |
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