It's that time of year
When friends of all nations
Raise glasses to toast you
With felicitations
"Happy Birthday!" they cry
(Or they would, if they knew,
As it is an occasion
Remembered by few)
©cih00, 13.7.00
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.