A daily tale of ink and sheet, Spreading info with every beat. Folded pages, stories to share, In morning light, it's always there.

I can seal a door without a key. I can leave the sky in a jagged flash. I can cross a room faster than your doubt can catch me. I can hold two pieces together so tightly they behave as one. What am I?

I dangle from your cap on graduation day, You flip me to the other side, hooray! I'm made of threads all bound up tight, I mark your passage, left to rig

I am black, blue, or a rainbow of hues, but can be invisible without the proper clues. I have no voice, but I tell great tales, mightier than the sharpest of swords in battles.

When it's cold, get comfortable with me. Hop into bed and pull me up tight. I'll keep you warm and cozy. Ironically tho, sometimes snow is called me in white.