Is anyone else old enough to be haunted by Simon & Garfunkel's I Am a Rock, written in the mid-1960's?
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armor.
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb,
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
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Aye, how he looks
This my owner here to collect me.
I am shielded where I'm warmer.
Hiding in the dryer, spinning high and higher,
I miss no one, but someone's missing me.
I am a sock.
I am a nylon.
Posted by
Stephan
on Tuesday, April 21, 2020 at 4:46 pm
That's my son-in-law! There's no genetic relationship with my brother that I know of, but the connection is surely there.
Posted by
SursumCorda
on Tuesday, April 21, 2020 at 5:59 pm
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