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Death, So cruel, So kind, Has taken my worries away; The ones I wished would stay; Worries, just memories. I was left with my three, So they obliged, Now worries number five. We know how worries grow, They start so small, no worry at all, Then they start to crawl. We beget, From their outset, Worry.
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
Worry Begets Worry
Death, So cruel, So kind, Has taken my worries away; The ones I wished would stay; Worries, just memories. I was left with my three, So they obliged, Now worries number five. We know how worries grow, They start so small, no worry at all, Then they start to crawl. We beget, From their outset, Worry.
francie-lynch
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
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