When pen meets page, my mind begins to weave,
A tapestry of thoughts in silken strands.
In Broca's realm, where language finds reprieve,
Ideas flow from the heart through guiding hands.
In quest of truth, discovery ignites,
A spark within the brain's electric core.
The nucleus accumbens, pure delight,
Doth shower dopamine, an endless store.
When knowledge dawns, the hippocampus sings,
Imprinting memories in neural lace.
Through pathways strong, the mind expands its wings,
Embracing every challenge, every grace.
Yet heart and mind, in tandem, craft and mold,
For learning's light shines bright, both warm and bold.
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