Sharp as a Synapse
Sharp as a Synapse, my brain is a big map,electrical impulses make my hands clap.
Many folds and wrinkles,making our eyes twinkle,so many brains out thereits like a box of sprinkles.
brains are so very diverse,from birth to the hearse,only thing to do is immerseones self in the art of verse.
Many folds and wrinkles,making our eyes twinkle,so many brains out thereits like a box of sprinkles.
brains are so very diverse,from birth to the hearse,only thing to do is immerseones self in the art of verse.
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