Striking Two, Twice
A story for when the clock betrays you
By Lauren LongacrePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by CHUTTERSNAP on Unsplash
There is a clock called Big Ben,
Whose hands go forward and then,
The people all shout,
As they figure it out,
Daylight Savings? When, oh when?
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