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A poem written under the pressure of time insofar as my poetry group is coming to my house for a meeting an hour earlier than I had counted on, this being April 5, 1987, Sunday, the first day of Daylight Savings Time’s Spring-ahead adjustment.

My old sweet baby’s leaving me.

 

Now cast upon a viral sea,

I just cannot understand why,

She’s leaving me to date and die. 



 

                                                                                                        -   Jeffrey Eisenmesser, 1987 

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