Peter, my closest friend,
Worries.
Name it - he worries.
Shows it too,
In everything:
Cause I worry
Bout everything, he frets.
What advice can I offer:
'Don't use Compound W.'
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I feel sorry for Peter. Sounds like he is never happy because he worries so much. Is Compound W anything like Preparation H? :)