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Mar 31
Where does it go
that hour
when clocks
go back
or forward?

Does time stop
to welcome
Spring's return,
bidding the
Winter - farewell?

Or, pause
for  Summer's
lease to bring
in Autumn's
early eves?

No: sleep lost
or gained
holds secret
the time
and the hour.

Change as you
may the hands of
watch or clock:
the sundial shadow
falls unaltered.

TOBIAS
anthony Brady
Written by
anthony Brady  79/M/Co. Fermanagh. N. Ireland
(79/M/Co. Fermanagh. N. Ireland)   
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