Sung to the tune of: On The Trail of The Lonesome Pine.

[stilltrucking]

Zombies don't have rotted flesh no moe

They shower every day, they are in the pink of health

Their eyes sparkle, or is that a glint I see?

They smile a lot, my what big teeth you have.

They wear suits and ties and clean underwear.

They sit in their pews and sing beautiful songs.

Not all who sit in pews are zombies; just enough to win elections, or so it seem.

"Wherever I go a poet has been there first."

[iblieve]

Amen, why I don't go to church anymore, always came home with Zombie teeth in my ass. Love it my friend. "C"

[Ann Bingham]

"Wherever I go a poet has been there first" lol truck. only poets flock together. I love how you wrote something serious and made me laugh at the end.


Hope all is well with you.

love lots

[stilltrucking]

Sorry I missed your reply "C"
I Thank you.
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Everythink is ok deb. I been wondering where you been. I was going to write you but I still don't have that story worked out yet.

That line about the poet being there first is from Freud. He meant it. For all his wacko theories he knew that poets see into the human heart better than he did.