cheung shun sang
1-1-1 A Before-Poem-Cauchy3 - Poem by cheung shun sang
Presume are powers and prevailing are senses.
Volumes to pressures are trends to success.
Show your big flushes to enlarge.
Kiss you fingers and raise your faces.
Settle the high with good scenes.
Contracts a line into one dot!
Creeks are drinks as stomachs are free.
Bricks and fangs are men and dogs.
Elbows are rooms but tensions are bows.
Thinking activities are saloons with solo.
Solicitors are scissors in pairs of souls.
Teas then a cup of teas to drools!
Indexes are leads of bureau tales.
Leaders are sacred cows tails.
Open interests are loans of worlds.
Protect the flames are fires for democracies.
Morals are songs and braveries are notes.
Closing prices are our lonely shoes.
A patch-man is to stir the home.
A one bar jumper of fathoms.
Falcons fall on phoenix s skies.
Tigers sit on lands keys.
Bush pilots are ware flights.
Fights for honeys are in locus lights.
Take the flushes as trades of worlds.
Odd longs are for odd shorts.
Toys with foes are to share our honors.
Bites of baits are as those how.
Swim wasp is hunting lips.
Tricks of sea monkeys are over laps.
Amounts are reflected as total likes.
A night is to fall when all in names.
Protect the rights and take the little.
Should a ruler rule the shore?
Majorities of peoples are pools to interest.
Sure there are macros in micros zooms.
America belles are good catches.
Damper all whistles of bad lucks.
Regulate the state and hammer the arms.
Nice actions are smirk looks.
Would China set up knolls?
Great walls are near temples.
Moons are places with loneliness.
Great soldiers are in good nests.
Cups on February are corpses that are bloodless.
Bulls have red clothes to butt.
Wen Jailer Boards the foods.
Be on throne as you smile to fools.
Lee sees singer on robes.
Cover the spades on red hands.
Pretend to as preparing the ounces.
China levers boost his ends.
Making offices those are to spread forces.
Apparent demands are peoples to bow.
Objects of effects are from causes.
Clauses are powers on grossed games.
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