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I grew up in Arizona, scoffing Daylight Saving Time.
(That's right. There's no "s". I spelled that just fine.)
The "zonies" and Hopi opted out of the plan,
while the Navajo signed on as a time change fan.
Their tribe owns a donut shaped piece of my state.
I guess taking a bite out of both was my fate.
I now live in California and love to ride on the train,
but time change rules make taking Amtrack lame.
At 2:00 AM each fall the trains sit an hour on the line
because they can't leave earlier than the time on the sign.
I'm glad I've never ridden the train on "that night".
I bet the commotion would be quite a sight.
Growing up in the fifties would have been worse.
Time zones changed faster than a pirate can curse.
Back then, each individual locality could decide
the start and stop times to which they each would abide.
Iowa had 23 different DST "zones" one year.
Now THAT is the old school definition of queer.
It is still almost that crazy on our southernmost continent.
Each study team keeps time with the place from which they're sent.
When you live in a place that flips from constant light to darkness,
it's no doubt your sleep patterns will become a mess.
Plus, it's too cold and windy to visit your neighbors,
so you might as well keep time with those supporting your labors.
I wonder how many different time zones this rhyme will be read in?Or if anyone will finish reading "before" they begin?
I hope all this time juggling is actually saving energy
because it causes many issues much easier to see.
In the spring we lose sleep, in the fall we gain darkness,
and in the process we create much much silliness.
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Don't forget to turn your clocks back this Sunday.
If you live in the U.S., November 6th is the day!
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