Stocks To Loves-Cauchy3 Poem by cheung shun sang

Stocks to love….
Prizes to gods are nuts to cats.
Cough up words to catch my worlds.
Hatch boxes will drink the hank.
Hang with hanks all hats are worms.

Cellars greeting play to do.
Closets queens will pledge on blocks.
Blow upon the dark the bright.
Stocking blue will go to skin.

Stocks and cellars kiss my top.
Stocks to love will drive her piles.
Choices are bottom move on spots.
Moons in blue our loves are timed.

Buck with fever gun our man.
P.L.A will bug to breeze over.
Cadre loves will finger hard.
Cauchy3 will finger hard and open.

Cadres take as beaver books.
All below our belts will nurse the woods.
Blow in glass as cauchy3 that poke.
P.L.A and cadres get enthroned.

Tory dogs are middle dogs.
Cadre dogs are YIN with YAN.
Cauchy3 as man will play the stocks.
Jack the Ripper cadre war.

Leader sexes will court in mass.
Eats and drinks are wrong to right.
Christen arts are ass to eat.
Leader abnormal powers gifted.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---