A lone stanza from the huge store of my teenage doggerel:
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
A lone stanza from the huge store of my teenage doggerel:
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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