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Dec 2012
The zombie couldn’t drink the tea,
His hand was shaking, he couldn’t see
The edge of the cup, and he couldn’t bring
It to his mouth. He couldn’t feed
Himself the cookies from the tray,
And I still wonder, to this day,
Why he ever sat down –
He didn’t say.
Keith Anderson
Written by
Keith Anderson  Texas
(Texas)   
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