Traveling With Friends

Tis’ journeying on the borders of
The living zombies and apocalypse
‘Twas watching yonder with a suspicious eye
There noticed a journey-child meandering
Said I to the one slouched under a tire
What are you doing today for living thunders
And a tear fell upon his cheeks of dusty thinking
Whispered, he said, “nuttun,” and picked up a stick to throw it.
“Oh come out from the sadness’s that bind you and me”
And hold hands looking over the mountains
We’ve got a way to travel lad
Now pull up your pants for walking
And head over the mud to the dry shores
And grab for grass if you find it
For within its breaths are oxygenation
And freshness for living while partaking

And away we journeyed together

Thanking all lovely thoughts today

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