From the spring of 1972:
Or lack of sleep is killing me;
Of all the nights to pick
To put the clocks on BST;
Perhaps that made me sick.
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The demented ramblings of a prog-rock guy
From the spring of 1972:
Or lack of sleep is killing me;
Of all the nights to pick
To put the clocks on BST;
Perhaps that made me sick.
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