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A sea of tots arrives in waves Summoned from their tiny graves Zombie babies in a trance Made to do a clumsy dance Arms out like somnambulists Their chubby fingers forming fists They slip, they trip, they catch their feet On mummy cloth and winding sheet |
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tots lots of tots a tsunami a tidal wave of tots a tide of tots a sea of tots wave on wave arrive in waves exhumed, plucked resurrected from their grave summoned from their tiny grave vampire trots blood zombie tots summoned by milk zombie tots zero in home in on the bountiful bosoms of their wet nurses are you a predatory tot? no, I'm not zombie babies in a trance pants, chance, glance forced to perform some force compels them all to dance are made to do a clumsy dance like sleepwalkers |
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Arms out like somnambulists Their chubby fingers forming fists They slip, they trip, they catch their feet On mummy cloth and winding sheet |
arms like arms out like some ambulists like somnambulists they clumsy fingers forming fists |
thirst without stop bosom's boon
to suck and sink in sated swoon to die again, to not be at all holds these zombie tots in thrall |
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