The Sky Is Falling
And I’m Drowning in the sea
This is my nightmare
And I’m Drowning in the sea
This is my nightmare
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Brian’s Poetry
From outside the house
The aroma of the pot roast
Fills the winter air
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I saw Comic-Con –
Attendees wear Halloween
costumes in July
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I don’t really care
If there’s no such thing as ghosts
My mind is made up
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I don’t really care
If there’s no such thing as ghosts
My mind is made up
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Pirates once told me,
“Eat your veggies, scurvy dog.”
Those bloody pirates!
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Why do people think
“Ghosts” only come out at night?
Do they fear the light?
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Zombies love fresh brains
And they want to munch on yours
Don’t walk away – RUN!
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October is odd
Occurs in the dead of fall
Eerie things abound
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Saturday morning
was meant for pointless cartoons
Not “edutainment”
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