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The Worst Time For The Zombie Appocalyps To Hit

..And the cemetery was bright and calm But it was not empty I held the bouquet tight in my palm Because I felt wimpy Anxiety filled my teenage heart When I saw my grandma rise from her coffin Family members quickly began to depart I had frozen which would happen often My grandmother moaned and climbed out And started towards my way Even thought I could hear others shout My feet felt heavy as clay She let out a blood curdling growl And I saw the evil in her look Other zombies rose with an single growl That caused my fear to unhook I finally got the courage to run Even though my heart weighed a ton 5/21/2016

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