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ONE SIZE FITS ALL!

ONE SIZE FITS ALL!

From the heart ..
Love can be smart
With the pain that it controls
But deep within
Our protective skin
Lies the real key to our souls...

So have you ever heard
Of this tiny little gland?
No bigger than a grain of rice
It could fit right in your hand

But to put it on display
You would not believe your eyes
For this organ so important
Is the most unrecognized

Master of the sixth sense
The cell of our creation
Rarely will any  disease
Work out this safe location

It can never be taken away
If we die...
This gland is real!
This is our core..
Of who we are..
Known as 'The PINEAL'...!

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Carey Milton,

An excellent write on the contrast between the soul and the body. I love it, My applause, My vote

Master of the sixth sense
The cell of our creation
Rarely will any  disease
Work out this safe location

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Carey Milton

Here here! The third eye sees all.x

Thanks WILLY

X

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Carey Milton

Awesome!!!

I just cannot believe how this organ has been missed ???  It actually pumps more blood through it than the heart lol...Spread the word sis....we all have another organ and its not a conspiracy or a piano lmao :)

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