by J. Randal Matheny
Today is Friday, but the hour’s unsure,
We’ve crossed a zone of time, or two or three;
To find the body’s clock there’s but one cure:
A week of sleep within our new degree. Continue reading
by J. Randal Matheny
Today is Friday, but the hour’s unsure,
We’ve crossed a zone of time, or two or three;
To find the body’s clock there’s but one cure:
A week of sleep within our new degree. Continue reading