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IRON-ICK
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Sometimes I start to fret over the time, tears, money and effort
I wasted
Fretting over silly things that turned out to be meaningless
In the long run
In the grand scheme of things
In the big picture
Instantly the pointlessness of fretting over
What I fretted over
Becomes abundantly clear and I move on to a fretless mode
And clear skies for the day.
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