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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
...Friday 9th April 2021 11:02 am
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