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angst is what keeps me going,,

fears hoist me up like bones

nought more live to my ears

than the dirge dread intones

 

yes, I've read those books on

the dark influence of stress,

yet, which school to follow?

I'm more confused, not less

 

finally I plumped for Sigmund,

he uses my curlers for a perch,

common sense is his forte and

he saved me years of research

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