Where Abouts
The things I mostly bothered about
Death, worry. those that shout
Death is always crawling about
a relative, a friend, someone with clout
Worry about the weather, children
the things we doubt
And we hear the voices that often shout
the screaming, the yelling
the complaints of a spouse
But the thing i worry most about
is the thing I can do nothing about
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