Atlas’s burden
It tickles, oh lord
He can’t bear it, no more
If it were but for a moment
That he could dispatch his restless digits
To settle this urgent score
For once, soft impulse
Defeats sinew hard
Who will bear
Atlas’s Gaia, for a jiffy
Till he scratches off his back
Banishes the culprit
One tickly piece of hair
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