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“A fairy tale.

Choose your favorite.’‘

That’s what the lady says.

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But I don’t have a favorite.

They’re all the same;

even their differences are similar.

I suppose should I have to,

it would be one of the last;

but I can’t even tell you it’s name.

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I can tell you why she like fairy tales:

their psychoanalytic meanings.

They’re building a science all around that,

and she’s an analyst of the Jungian school.

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“Thar’s archetypes in them thar tales!”

and archetypes all have their meanings.

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I cough and I hack from the cigarette smoke;

there’s no archetypes in that, that I know of.

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I walk my dogs around the corner and back,

and I’m conscious of unconsciously being.

My ego’s the same; it’s apart of my Id,

but it won’t tell on the Id, what it did.

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“Individuation is a process of self,” she then says;

and I ask her: “then what is dog walking?”

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She’s lost and confused; my question has flummoxed;

and for once, I become the expert!

I’m thinking of charging for my ‘pertise,

a hundred bucks by the hour.

But, she doesn’t bite.

“Is that your conscious, or unconscious decision?”

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Then! a syncretic synapsis appears:

Id’s all apart of her ego.