Daylight Savings Time Poem by Phyllis McGinley

Daylight Savings Time

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In spring when maple buds are red,
We turn the clock an hour ahead;
Which means, each April that arrives,
We lose an hour out of our lives.

Who cares? When autumn birds in flocks
Fly southward, back we turn the clocks,
And so regain a lovely thing
That missing hour we lost in spring.

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bobby brown jefferson 04 June 2018

what the purpose of this poem (not meant to offend) but just wondering

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