Treasure Island

cheung shun sang


Kicks-Cauchy3


Kick….
Dancer marked by polo heads.
Politics pieces are served on easy.
Strange to walk are catchy winds.
Strange to get are polo tint.

Give the butcher candy can.
Give the fools my little rights.
Minor rules are candy man.
Upper ranges are over our might.

Buggers ears that sting our words!
Bugger works are bitchy worlds.
Versions on laws are riddle piles.
Version laws are poor to kick.

Kick the dances are crying down.
Kick on sides are piggy crown.
Rare to rise are polo thinks.
Give the fools my little rights.
--Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--

Submitted: Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Edited: Saturday, December 18, 2010

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