I grasp my head lightly
I think it's shrinking
my grand pa told me that
if I won't use my brain
it will gets smaller and
my tongue gets longer I
laugh but could be true
maybe my hair is thinning
maybe my fingers are longer
learn this habit of locating
sensitive nerves in my head
I massage them it does gives
me astonishing relief, no pain
come on try might work for you
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