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A little bitty worry
Started early in the day;
By noon, it seemed my worry
Hovered, standing in my way;

The things and thoughts I should have had
Got buried in my mind,
Until my little worry turned
Into the horrid kind.

By bedtime, I was frantic -
What to do, oh, what to do!
And then I couldn’t go to sleep,
For worrying - fretting, too.

By morning I was almost sick,
When suddenly and soon,
My worry had been all worked out
Before the toll of noon;

Then I looked back and saw my worry
Just for what it was -
A thing that didn’t happen,
As a worry seldom does.

By Bonnie Daisy Nelson

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