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This poem is for those people who had a dad out on the battlefield
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I'm running from the zombies, I see a wall so I stop, slice slice slice slice and the zombies fall, I hear a yell from my mother, "Run while you can A..
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"Anny we gotta go come on!" I sheath the machete I stole er, found in a weapons crate, I grab my backpack and put it on and fill it with canned food, ..
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welanded with heavy thuds and they grabbedour backpacks when someone threw them andclumsily put on headsets and a voice that sounded like a teenage bo..
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I hang my machete on my wall and I put my knife in the girl's shared weapons drawer. I climb into the top shelf on our bunks, which are held up by sli..
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I woke up the next morning and ate some oatmeal, I then headed down to the meeting room. When I got there I asked "Where will we head this morning?" A..
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I drove up a big ramp to a rooftop, and I then hopped out of the Jeep and turned the ignition off. I ran to a elevator and pushed the button for the f..
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