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They keep changing the clocks, what a shame.
Why can't they just keep time the same?
Kids wake at sunrise
I can't open my eyes
So tired I don't remember my name.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the nightβIβm humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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The poem captures the frustration of daylight saving time in a creative and relatable way.πππ