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Daylight Savings Time Min Ute Effect On Me

just moments ago, a dawning realization arose within this sol son begat from ma late mother and octogenarian widower father, oh..no nothing cat tuss strophic, boot merely the revelation, how fist bumping dee clocks hour hand ahead remembered by dat dog gone refrain spring ahead, and fall back, this unemployed chap doth down play eclat attests that his quotidian schedule minimally effected holed up here in Highland Manor named flat roomy enough for thyself, the Missus, and buzzfeed ding fruit flies each approximately the size of a gnat a minor nuisance, though tolerable within this appealing habitat where minor inconvenience experienced by this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania resident cuz as a recipient of social security disability (social anxiety) this psyche didst get rent which fixed (unearned) income budgeted and predominantly costs of living money spent hence no need to arise bright tailed and bushy eyed, a freedom akin to folks camped out in a tent, which exemption immunizes this doodle ling middle aged muddle brained chap subject ranting early morning drivers, who angrily, frenetically, and splenetically rant and vent thus, the tendency, piquancy, and lunacy to twitter (for the Yardbirds), and keep company with night owls, who went a hooting for all the world wide web to hear, whence dawgs Bach the exact number of hours, yer oblivious to the tight rigorous mortised schedule manned by Mister Clock, essentially foisting on Bread Winners, an abstract artificial construct spurring madcap commuters to scurry in the rat race, lest tardiness could cost more than paycheck (to ap pier with permanent dock hue ment aye shun), an unwonted blot add hoc king worry about getting canned - i.e. on permanent furlough, perhaps forced into a life of crime, yet if caught... wasting away in a jail cell as warden turns the lock one redeeming factor, would offer opportunity to mock management, and more pertinently mandate to rock and roll to the incessant muted, yet devastatingly loud tick tock.

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