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 Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 7:51 pm
I have a story for you, full of fear and dread
it is about an army, of the living dead
it has once been said
that the army of living dead
will come to your town, and chop off your head
but all was well, in this old street
until a little girl gave out a little shriek
as the army of living dead reached the peak
we knew this would be a very bad week
the zombies touned this town into hell
because the have eaten all the dolls of Tinkerbell
and all I can say is well...
"d*mn im gonna miss that Tinkerbell"
haha =P............
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 9:07 pm
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 6:08 pm
Your poem started out awesome, but then went downhill. lol Where the heck did Tinkerbell come from?...and her dolls? It made me laugh though. Zombies are awesome.
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