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The trouble of masses

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Knack Wendy
The trouble of masses

If every hair on my head was a stone 
And if in my body there was metal instead of bone 
And all my limbs were solid gold 
And inside my lungs the air weighed tonnes 
I would be troubled with only slightly more weight 
Than all the troubles I bare everyday 

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Awakening Awareness Beautiful Belief Body
Poetry Genre: 
Elegy Erotic Freestyle Haiku Melodrama
Topic: 
Nature
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