Why does a zombie have fun?

 It must include brains
How does a zombie get brains?

 Any possible way as long as in gets brains
What is a zombies favorite kind of brain?

 Soft brains are a dessert for zombies
How do zombies achieve anything?

 They only appear to sometimes while they are in search  of more brains
How do you spot a zombie?

 They can blend in very easily
How do you stop a zombie?

 Just leave them alone so they won't eat your brain for lunch and dinner


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We chop wood into the evening

 It is not the real wood 

 But the cleaving of it

 The splintering of minds

 Cracking through dawn

 As if flown wildly by a lumberjack

 As arrows fly

 Swallows chase them out

 It is all we are

 That moves this through

 We are all heros

 We are heros.

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Letting the candles burn in pain

 It burns like an ice cube

 In the living room

 I can touch the tip 

 And freeze my fingers

 It is like this heart 

 Going for a stroll

 It is a winding path

 Full of white flowers

 Glowing under the full moon

 Ah, wonders upon wonders

 Becomes infinite

 Till tea time.
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I like moss

 And rocks

 And trees 

 And bees
I like them in a house

 I like them in my sock

 I like them in a boat

 Yes

 It is good to take a walk in

 Other places.
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Hugging the giant spinning telephone

 All I could hear were the gears winding around

 Loudly 

 Loud

 And I took a walk because that was a nice thing

 The place was in spring

 Trees full of crows gathering

 And you can't hear what they are saying

 Because it is getting dark out.
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