Clocks they go forward
clocks they go back
and sometimes it’s hard
just to keep track
I woke up this morning
with one hour less
where that one went to
is anyone’s guess
I’ll wait till October
to see its return
Just leave our bloody clocks alone
is all that I yearn
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I hear this Chris! Nice poem! 😊