Games People PlayA Poem by Tony HwilkaHusbands, wifes, lovers Are we not like children on a carousal? Playing games with each other others or self. The carousal goes round and round children jump from horse to horse wishing -- hoping the latter be faster only to pretend they, in the end are winners. Do they not know the horses are bolted in place. Were they not even in the begining as in the end. © 2008 Tony HwilkaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 31, 2008 Last Updated on September 29, 2008 AuthorTony HwilkaWillingboro, NJAboutIn the land of poetry I've been very luckly. I have had my own poetry show on radio station WTTM Trenton N.J. reading my poetry from 1982 -- 1990. Was president of the Southern Poets of N.J. and still.. more..Writing
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