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Playing with a lobster

July 18, 2013
By Anonymous

Something makes me feel grateful,
I was in a hotel,
I was unsure of what to do,
they beat the door.

Years passed,
zombies ran up the stairs,
left with no food,
in a flash I awake.

For, mum.

© Anonymous

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