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Dreams are a learning zone Full of multitude and form A nightmarish of classes Passes, cases of books The library is a showcase Patterns of faces and races Sprinkles and tastes of colour A forever buzz of the day The end of term flaunts Gaunt of overpass and dance Papers and pens are the street The corridors scream of trash It's clean up , of the **** up Reports and targets challenge The students are an interchange A bridge of liberty and trade As the night haunts,dark evades The zombie awakens in a room An abandoned building of flight The old weary woman chases A race of fear, as the dear ages In cronies of spaces after me Eyes meet, ear neat, miles meet Legs reach, hands swing,hair sweep The prolonged zombie haunt A maze of the unknown past In haste of hate and thunders As the flashing light rescues
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
The Zombie Chase
Dreams are a learning zone Full of multitude and form A nightmarish of classes Passes, cases of books The library is a showcase Patterns of faces and races Sprinkles and tastes of colour A forever buzz of the day The end of term flaunts Gaunt of overpass and dance Papers and pens are the street The corridors scream of trash It's clean up , of the **** up Reports and targets challenge The students are an interchange A bridge of liberty and trade As the night haunts,dark evades The zombie awakens in a room An abandoned building of flight The old weary woman chases A race of fear, as the dear ages In cronies of spaces after me Eyes meet, ear neat, miles meet Legs reach, hands swing,hair sweep The prolonged zombie haunt A maze of the unknown past In haste of hate and thunders As the flashing light rescues
SassyJ
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
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