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Jan 2013
Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop,
Day old coffee sittin’ in the ***;
Dust blows by the windows.

No one around, not a sound.
For bugs, rotting food and flesh.
A stink unbearable.

Accidently released.
With panic and fear we all disappear.
A new pandemic.
Zombies!
Brina
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