cheung shun sang
......1 Bill-Cauchy3 - Poem by cheung shun sang
Level heads are again the palls.
Dreads are burettes to put on disks.
Will last words are sworn to all.
Close your minds there are not honest bills.
De facto your inlets are out.
Fishes eat on mothers wombs.
Power is a piece of animal accounts.
Essences of Greeks are Rome and homes.
Reluctant on laws are not assured lives.
Bad burettes are bad to scan.
Wolf- Whistles are in can of tints.
Sugar Daddy gives you scars.
Switches come on baits your hearts.
Who sell their bodies would buy a gun.
Level your powers with moneys as gearings.
Yuck are good to circular turns.
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