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...
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