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If people want to help the poor cripples of the world, then step up and help the poor cripples of the world. Worrying has never yet helped anybody. The impoverished can't eat worry. Roll with it if you want. But I shall remain the poor, crippled, and jaunty worry-slayer.
I'm not saying it's easy. In my world nothing is easy. So why would I want to strap a massive crate full of worry on my back.
"Here's a little song I wrote. You might want to sing it note for note."
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