The+Rock+-+Ty

I was sitting under a half foot of ground Days turned to months Months turned to years There was a loud pounding on the ground Next there was a scraping against me all I could do, though, was lie there A couple days, maybe weeks, I am not sure, I see all of these yellow monsters I’ve never seen before Loud, trembling earth, tracks Building, building, building The next year there were other, smaller creatures One time I heard yelling the next thing I knew I was flying through the air Smack! I hit a creature then I landed and sat there A long time later I was picked up and put in some sack I was set on a hard, flat, brown surface I heard scratching The next thing I knew I was in a museum and people gathered around me was the most famous rock In front of me was a piece of paper, it was about me It said a real poet could write about anything, even a rock There was a name below the scratches Ezra Pound
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