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My brain

My brain is a Temple it’s Built like the kings. It’s speaking out as a telephone rings. Sending messages that come in words we can read. My brain is still growing like planting a seed. You must let it grow and reach higher points. As we grow old we get weak in the Joints. A picture I see on a wall full of sight. It’s telling a story to my brain at night. What could I see from one photograph. The future of it by solving the math. The brain is a key to open a door. To see the big picture and know there is more. It wants to keep learning and show that you can. Look at any picture and just understand.

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