Zombie Guitarist

Zombie guitarist will show up for Halloween.
It is the only day of the year that he can be seen.
He cannot be seen on the Day of the Dead?
I had to question my wise Great Uncle Ed.

Not in the USA, Uncle Ed promptly said.
He is always in Mexico during day of the dead.
he is here on October thirty-first, I qualified.
The next day in Mexico, does he have to hitch a ride?

Not sure how it works, said my Great Uncle Ed.
If I turn into a zombie, I’ll come back and tell you, Ned.
I did not tell him that Ned has never been my name.
Since he developed dementia, he has not been the same.
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