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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My Aunt Darlene used up hours worrying. Turning down invitations, sitting in one spot. Afraid she would fall if she got up. People brought her meals, so she would eat. It is unclear whether or not she ever used a commode. Darlene worried about the weather, the time, aliens, space travel, ESP. She worried about sugar, cancer, diabetes, mice, snakes and pigs. There was a list of possible worries on her refrigerator. When she ran out of worries, she referred to it. My cousin Dharma Renee had worrying jitters, worrying tremors. She spent a day or two so worried, they had to straight jacket her. I watched as they tore her out of the arms of her prissy cat. Wondering what benefit incessant worrying does. She screamed possible worries to me as she was being locked up. I was worried I might not remember them, so I reviewed them in my sleep. Food allergies, lightning, wolves, bears, tigers, lions, monsters under the bed. I am worried right now that I have forgotten two of them. Uncle Dartmouth thought both Darlene and Dharma Renee were silly Why worry? He would ask me. ”What good does it do?” I thought I had an argument for it, but I could not come up with anything. “What bad does it do?” would have been easier to answer. I looked over at Aunt Darlene to see if she was listening. “I don’t know,” I admitted. I would not have worried about Darlene at all If I had known she had died of a blood clot from sitting in her draahmed chair. No worries now.
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