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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Monday, January 3, 2011

Poem 81: Games

Some say that games are wasted time.
Others jump on the chance to play to push their mind.
Still some ignore their presence to focus instead
on books, magazines or newspapers read.

I see games as an escape;
a hiding place from other things
which shouldn't be rewound
searched out or found

Games are a fast win;
an opportunity to spin one's softened pull
into the full-fledged, metal-decorated, glory-seaking other half 
of one, completed whole


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