I get the nostalgic willies when I see a corpse of a barn when I drive through the country. These noble old wreckages deserve a poem. Photo credit ID 91213 © Jschaap26 | Dreamstime.com.
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Poem collaboration alert! If you hate adjusting to Daylight Saving Time, this post is for you. Comment with a single line describing how you are dealing with Springing Forward today. I'll combine our frustrations into a poem. You have til 9pm tonight. (Or 8pm, if you haven't changed your clocks.) Go!
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AuthorPoetry Society of Indiana Archives
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