My mom says I’m a worry wart.
I worry through the days.
I worry bout the strangest things —
my mom says it’s a phase.
I worry that the dog next door
won’t like me anymore.
I worry that my hockey team
won’t ever make a score.
I worry that the frosted flakes
next morning won’t appear.
I worry that the picture on our TV
won’t be clear.
I worry that the snow won’t fall
or that the moon won’t glow.
I worry that the ice won’t melt
or that the trees won’t grow.
The item on my list of worries
at the very top,
is that my stupid worrying
is something I won’t stop!
The Lonely Meatball 
I used to worry about getting warts…
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Avoid frogs and you’ll be fine. 😊
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I had warts as a child. They were rubbed with an onion and the onion was buried in the garden. As the onion rotted, the warts disappeared! True story. Make of it what you will!
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That’s really interesting.
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I had a recurrence a couple of years later and my mother took me to see a chemist (as you did then) He told me (directly to me, rather than Mum) not to worry, they would be gone by my next birthday. They were! Both strange events, but showing the power of auto suggestion perhaps?
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The mind is an incredible thing for sure.
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Isn’t that TOADS?
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Hm. I guess that’s right.
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I’m going to assume Bobby McFerrin doesn’t like your post but I do! cheers
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What does Bobby know! Had his song come out during the pandemic, it might not have done so well.
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