Life-poem-by Cauchy3.
Some Christians give one for ten.
Hundred thousands buck are for sakes.
With jails rural capes beg.
Jealous are on loves and greedy for sands.
Does he always dare to does his pleas?
He shares a corner in bad quarters.
No thunders before drums are heard.
.Limited loves are eternal baubles.
Remember the base s spends and the counts.
Who is game of fear white dirt?
Tommy is turn on a race of tourney.
But what is the principal behind men s digging.
If some one is too worthy to sins!
Says then Gods should return our taxes.
All loves are laws are some prizes.
Take a gun she will loss her actions.
Was mass better than density?
Do all worthy peoples over this mounts.
It is gun smoke but not chalk that erased.
Same level if waters are for hours.
Thick pizzas are ticket worth.
When things acquired then dreams with the worlds!
Who s body deserved to dragged to their tombs.
How to decorate graves are as paper stones
--Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem