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Oct 2012
Joes in bed the stars are out
the tv turned down low
as I await the zombie hordes
upon my favourite show
The walking dead don't frighten me
they'd never get past him
coz no one hurts his grand dad see
no Jack nor John nor Jim
so Joes in bed the hour is late
the moon is high or' head
so I will bid you all goodnight
I'm watching The Walking Dead
Written by
DieingEmbers
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