09-03-2007, 12:17 PM
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PLAYGROUND
PLAYGROUND
A Shakespearean sonnet
Born free and wild, now his unquestioned slave.
With siblings she was captured and controlled.
Her master could be either knight or knave.
Without his love, life would be dark and cold.
He dresses her in green and white and blue,
then showers her with kisses from above,
though just a slave, to him she will be true,
now and forever he shall have her love.
But wait, see now the children in the yard,
they play about the staff with tethered ball,
‘tis but a game, although they hit it hard,
the ball is captured, never can it fall.
Think back! The master and the slave have worth,
the staff our sun, the tethered ball this earth.
Sartor
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Our greatest illusion is to think others see us as we believe ourselves to be.
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