The black one is clean

The black one is clean
I am one selected in the emporium meticulously by the hostess to wipe the piece of cloth of face, I am pure white all over.

        In the hostess puts me on hands carefully and carries the bag, I seem to lie in the perambulator, the tender feeling which I am enjoying heartily, a bunch of keys move the noise of opening the door in succession, I am deviated from by the master, put in washing the room that is gargled. See! It is really splendid in the woman host, spacious and bright and clean. Hostess wash all over me with antiseptic piece clean, air it at the wife's clothes hanger, sunshine I getting fluffy picture maos of maos of bear, my life has been wiped away at the hostess' fine and smooth face every day like this, then clean, I bathe in the sunshine, the peace of enjoying every day ......

       I wonder who give me a kick, I well, Hey, one, wake in fond dream, spot I move towards the last life all over.

        In the past, I am really a towel clean, because the hostess has run into a bit smearily, wipe dirty engineering from now on in my job, I have stayed in the dirtiest corner in the room, my proud one's own work, except I am wicked alone, the one that has brought you is clean, the host seems to love me even more, wash by rubbing with the hands for me solicitously, I have been tired gradually, weak sacrifice soon. I was made the judgement one day at last, I was put together by the abrupt spiral in the disposal bag, the ones that asked you to make me honourable left the home that I do not give up, the life devoted that I am sobing, don't, have attacked succeeding my difficult brother ago.

        The rag of the life, yours is legendary we are visibly moved, your every stride is to draw close to the death, you take me by hand, I wish to experience your dying and living again, it is a song to meet, I will praise you loudly: "The black one is clean! " .