How To Rid Trailors Of Formaldehyde

Dying as a country have too
hope to build,
prodigious great work,
institutions lacquered
dreams of children dressed in the single file
before leaving the school in my
Republic


Dying as a country, institutions are in my
strikes
brawls and mutinies in my cathedrals
become crematoria.



Sir
I die like a lackey,
stifled obedience and cleanliness,
flattened by the overflow, Sir,
of my imagination.




Inside my room on the table, I
, two big fish red
Sir
running, and Mr.
who think maybe not. But Mr.
,
those two have the food available and the roof. They are like
supported.


I thought, why not invest
my turn a jar
Sir
a glass jar. I eat my

remains and turned me around.

Sir, until you deign m'appâter well, I

build my city, my country and my
beds sick.



Sir
I die as a country, I
relocating, I
struggle of class, I
Francise medium,
I MYSELF degenerates, I
dividend
I left school,
I discriminate in hiring. And what

hiring
dear Sir,
what hiring
my place among them. Where

! Sir! Where

! my place! My

jar where?
And the seeds?
What brand?

Which range? What color
,
seeds, how often?


Unless I MYSELF nourisse
then that I MYSELF
birth and that I MYSELF MYSELF for
student discipline,
so that finally, you look at me

MYSELF die