Poem -
The trouble of masses
If every hair on my head was a stoneÂ
And if in my body there was metal instead of boneÂ
And all my limbs were solid goldÂ
And inside my lungs the air weighed tonnesÂ
I would be troubled with only slightly more weightÂ
Than all the troubles I bare everydayÂ
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