Bridget Zitzelberger Biography

Sickness is coming,
So many slumming.
Black Death runs like water,
No escape, that's their fate.
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In the heat of the day,
outside i stray
away from home away from noise,
oh how ever am i to make a choice,
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Fish are pretty
Fish are smart
But do they fart?
Don't speak on there part.
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You stepped across my thresh hold,
I didn't even want to.
You hurt me,
I cry, how could you,
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