Proactive Angst

I felt so bad 3 days ago, I feared
I’d have to cancel all my plans this week.
Exhausted and beset by something weird
I tried remaining calm, but I’m a freak
for worry, and my peace of mind was speared
by symptoms that I reckoned as unique.
It’s likely luck has spared me such before;
that’s my conclusion, now I’m ill no more.

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