Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.
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She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.
But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,
the pins stick farther in.
Today I made a fond discovery of a book of poems called "the melancholy death of oyster boy & other stories" written and illustrated by Tim Burton. Wonderfully simple, yet so clever. Go to your local Borders and buy the book or check them out on his site.