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September to Lafontaine Park

They are the belly kitsch Park Lafontaine.
Grass is long and September is good.
Cree gulls from the pond, some
bicycles pseudo-celebrities, dressed in blue
under sunny skies. All of these walkers have
mused.
I hear the sirens but they do not call me. They scream their
gene to be there.
The sound of the bell bicycle ice
He appears in his place. The
fags they are not cold. They shek
¨ ¨ and they watch,
Everything that moves is prey.
Where am I?
Where am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing here? The
disabled in electric chair calls her babies.
Squirrels feed the coffin. Why
When the gull Lévinston
· Crash ¨ in the park he
soul as stone ¨ ¨? That success
futile in the pool of life! That failure
useful! I mare! And then!
Where is the mission that my childhood dreams did I expect?
Where is the vision that a truce of mind made me admire?
What is the question that my be bruised trying to find?
My only certainty in this world.
I will die, rot and feed the material fertile.

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