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March 10 2019 Daylight Saving Time Starts

March 10, 2019 - Daylight Saving Time Starts The homey nimble storied wisdom of Benjamin Franklin still admired during hour time, especially noteworthy, for slime molds, the second Sunday of March, when theft linkedin with (Ides say) most innocuous crime re: stealth of precious sixty minutes, hence a flash in the pan idea to expound rhyme, which notional whim came like bolt of lightning, while daydreaming 'bout (what else...but) flying a kite during stormy (Daniels) clime. thus, once again twilight takes quantum leap forward hut, our humble keep sake hour hand of time grudgingly advances without beep ping, ewe know who of little lamb fame, what with barely audible lil bo peep predicated, asper in taking away thirty six hundred seconds of sleep subsequently marking second Sunday when e'er deep into Lion of winter month o' March rolls around with least amount by Dickens plaintively asking Uriah Heep to crank up AC/DC dirty Harry deed done dirt cheap cuz, this tradition of sorts supposedly doth reap economic benefits plus Circadian rhythm less steep difference with contrivance issuing Whatsapp hapt'n when leap pin lizards such Iam motioning carillon to alternate between sepulchral and refulgent chime creating less discordant dilly dally dichotomy reverberates all the way to Siam, while aye blithely tapped out here yours truly 'ere at his Schwenksville heim taking poetic life (in hour hand) liberty at pursuit this prime mate takes to hash feeble verse to eke out a dime probably more realistic for me to ply blimey hands with grime, now suddenly bedeviled what to do soundlessly communicating woe whiz mere (mein kampf), sans displaying mime as a last ditch effort before time to call quits with this futile rhyme.

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