Jet Lag, one of the wonders of the modern world..
Jet Lag By Franklin Price 12/11/2016 Above the distant mountain tops Blue skies, contrails of white Clouds made at thirty thousand feet By jet planes in their flight A myriad of vapors Crisscrossing in the air I wonder where they're going Getting quickly, here to there Could be to cross the country Cross the Atlantic in the night So fast the body's reeling Knowing something isn't right The sun is up and shining When it's time to be in bed Hard for the brain to comprehend The Jet Lag in your head Get up and out on local time Adapting better day to day Just when you have adjusted Must go back the other way
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