The dead
The dead smells you all the time,
He don’t like orange are lime,
A people is the only he wants to eat,
But he eats your soul and not your meat,
He don’t comes always by night,
For him is day also all right,
You can’t run away from the dead,
If you try you gone killed in your bath.
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23-10-2010