Clockwork Toy Poem by Mark Heathcote

Clockwork Toy



My life's a clockwork toy.
It's had some broken parts
And has a few rusty old springs
A few broken mended limbs
One blind eye, but that's okay
Because my heart still sings…
It's stuffing right out for you.

Sunday, February 7, 2016
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