Sore eyes,
Body aches,
A day of days
With more to come.
A friend appears,
The zombie plague
To 21, we fight.
To rest these eyes
Would feel no better,
And dream until
The sun's warmth creeps.
Nay, not on this day
A day of days,
Instead the crack of dawn.
6.1.11
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