If you aren't familiar with him, Larry is an inhabitant of the great snowy North country. You can find him here:
If you aren't familiar with him, by all means, come check
And without further ado, here's his marvelous sonnet:
Playground Of The Mind
We're children in the playground of the gods.
Mere time? Illusion made with flashing suns.
Eternity, the mind forever runs
Although the drooling body sits and nods.
What cares the mind for crass corporal things?
While souls go echoing through time and space.
Look past the lines that etch this Earthly face
To where the child's laughter ever rings.
'Tis there you find me now, will ever find.
Escape from drudgery, it is more real
Than bones, bites arthritics constantly feel.
Come. Join me in this playground of the mind.
We'll play forever in this park we've made.
While bones and other fleshly bothers fade.
We're children in the playground of the gods.
Mere time? Illusion made with flashing suns.
Eternity, the mind forever runs
Although the drooling body sits and nods.
What cares the mind for crass corporal things?
While souls go echoing through time and space.
Look past the lines that etch this Earthly face
To where the child's laughter ever rings.
'Tis there you find me now, will ever find.
Escape from drudgery, it is more real
Than bones, bites arthritics constantly feel.
Come. Join me in this playground of the mind.
We'll play forever in this park we've made.
While bones and other fleshly bothers fade.
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