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Zombie Song
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LITTLE THINGS
I rose from the grave
So I dove in a lake
God how my poor body aches
Still I put a smile on my face
Why do my friends run away then
And make me chase them
When alls I want is a hug… plus
I am very hungry, more hungry
Than I have ever been
The wry wit, bold metaphor
The wry wit, bold metaphor and your usual dexterity make this piercing expression so poignant that I'm silenced for a moment.
You're amazing!