Poem -
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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