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Brains
Behold!
My brain! Remarkable yet Rather uniform with every other Joe In my dreams My brains are green And oozing out the side of my head In a hole a doctor drilled there I don't think that was a dream I must say it was quite terrifying To think of my brains leaking out All green and slimy But what does this say of my mind? My brains are rotting? My mind is diseased? Or mayhap I should stop eating brains
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