........Are Earths-Cauchy3 Poem by cheung shun sang

Play the flies with spans to loves.
Take no loves but give us powers.
Fogs are mists and dig the spaces.
Spaces are out to spades to spades.

Cycles are round but one after one.
Each is meter and all are above.
Charges are held aren’t hares in holes.
Flies are butters but all are tokes.

Cords are feeling take the worms.
Greeting -come are good lost.
Greeting-goes are big risks.
Guilt is doomed for man’s sins.

Take the flies as make them wild.
Gods to dogs but man to name!
Tabs are bats and wises are eyes.
Balls are round when all are games.

None on mists and none to fly!
Joking is pills we go to eyes.
Loves are spades to spades when treat.
Truths are homes but take our earths.

Germs in lines are good on labs.
Test your worlds with lapping ages.
Tricks are hats but wills on tapes.
Clean your teeth your buds are tastes.