Whitsuntide Poems - Poems about Whitsuntide

...Argh... the bane of daylight savings time – November 3rd 2024 Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn round about same of month every year, what a bummer, an inconvenient truth diverged......

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...Daylight Savings Time Ends – November 5th 2023 means... discombobulated, harried, and lobotomized state of body, mind, and spirit triage. Onset of dark shadows signalling edge of night occurs......

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...Argh daylight savings time ends – 2:00 AM November 6th 2022 Hour hands of o'clock get set back sixty minutes gaining extra hour of Autumn round about this same day of November every year, wha......

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...Daylight Savings Time – March 13th, 2022 A long time graduate courtesy Hard Knocks alum, once again yours truly posts reasonable rhyme about shortest day of the year. Two o'clock Ante ......

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...Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 13th, 2022 Once again, yours truly dishes out his regular dose of literary gobbledygook even Count Dracula would not even bat an eye nor give me his evil cu......

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...Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 14th, 2021 Once again, yours truly dishes out his regular dose of literary gobbledygook even Count Dracula would not even bat an eye nor give me his evil, ......

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...Daylight Savings Time – March 8th, 2020 Two o'clock anno Domini nostri Jesu Christi hour hand clock sprung forward sixty minutes round about same of month every year, what a bum er, an inco......

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...Stephanus Marcus Book 1 Canto 6 Verses 2 and 3 Young Guenevere did speak to Katharine. "Yes, my strong leopard knight doth tarry late and keeps the dale thus free and verdant green till James o......

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...Stephanus Marcus Book I Canto 1 Verses 2 and 3 Duke Saint Charles made unlawful claim to glade in vale where many game for chase did hide, without regard for sovereign's oath then made to Mor......

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...Here I am, a young girl in the cemetery, holding the hand of my mother in a parade, I wore a new white dress and my new shoes were pinching my toes. All around the cemetery we followed the priest......

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...Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn Round about this same of month every year, what a bum er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum purposelessly manipulating a hold over s......

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...Come lay your head upon my breast Good fortune bless your warm caress Forlorn should I be without your jocund company Amongst my peers as we quaff ale and wonder Only thoughts of you t......

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...Bells burst across the town, the city, all over London's workhouses and minories A world of glad and beautiful things rush into mans hearts bringing back memories, Days of darkness and trial, scenes ......

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