Men are made from plasticine
Not soil, or earth, or clay
You can mould a man into what you want
But he'll never stay that way
©cih
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.