Twice-A-Year Chore
I woke up at 6
But it really was 5;
Now it’s 5
But it really is 4.
Every time that we change
All the clocks, I know I’ve
Been confused
By this twice-a-year chore.
It was dark when I woke;
Now it’s still very light
And might be
When I’m ready for bed.
Yet I follow the rules
Though I know that I might
Never get this
All straight in my head.
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