Sunday, March 23, 2014

A 'Walking Dead' poem




2 comments:

  1. Look at the flowers and know
    While you cry your brains I will blow
    Into the sky and all around
    Then you will drop to the ground
    You won't get up you little piece
    You won't become a zombie
    But you might feed like you like to do
    Just with a new red hair do

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