Frank N. Sheer
I named my brain Frank Sheer.
Hello. I am Frank.
I live in your head. I make you do this, and make you do that;
We both like sandwich spread! I know who you miss; and I also concentrate when you crap!
I'm the voice that you hear. So when that glimpse of joy is near, Frank is terrified with fear; for love is stronger than Frank N. Sheer!
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