A WALKING DEAD POEM
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Its now a world where
we fear the departed
they moan and scream and smell like they farted
they chase after us to eat our flesh and blood of red
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the only way to kill them is a hole through the head
When there's a herd of them we hide or run
Cause we dont want get ripped apart and eaten, its no fun
before the end we try to put down as many walkers as we can
This to all the walking dead fans. Merry Christmas
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