Timezone
Time zones have a bound,
In each setting making a mound,
Mexico to Iowa there’s places to go,
Ending with a different type of doe,
Zing found with sugar and spice,
On top of the world feeling big it’s so nice,
Never ending journeys are taken
Expecting a new one in each time zone
Copyright © Stacey Behal | Year Posted 2011
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