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12


Mrs. Principal,

There comes attached to this letter a work of indecency that I found in my son's little school heft. He's only ten years old and studies in fourth grade.

I demand your attention for you to take the needful care and precautions to avoid this kind of grotesque spreading out. My son was always well educated and never did this kind of offense, what leads me to believe that your school isn't perhaps a well adequated environment for his education.

I thank you for your attention, with the certainty of your firmly actions.

Marta B. von Giq


"Two fleas have met
on the trunk behind the mole
one was coming from a tail
the other from a shithole

What a dirty little dog
there distracted and having fun
with bites and scratches
put the fleas on the run

But the fleas have decided
that revenge was their right
so they bought a rough rope
to arrest the dog tight

Just look these two fleas
how prepotent they stood
suck, drink; drink, drink
drinking all the pour dog blood

And the dog became so dry
no blood there remained
he went withering and drying
'till a meager death then came

And both flea without food
forever have stayed
they have soon lost their lives
why have them the dog slayed?"

   
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