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Published: 11 years ago


Slants to pick are mirror man.
Falling hard are shadow down.
For the most and there are any.
Gods have Zen as leaders voided.

Make my wills as blame to gods.
Lords as ruling over made.
Mix my gifts with sensor crowns.
Lords as ruling over take.

Sirs are sure excuse as fools.
Sirs are sure as fruits and nuts.
Let my times to roll with joys.
Let the Taiwan she to wow.

Earths at works the cults are sexes.
Fruits at gates are plowed in seeds.
Work the days as start by songs.
Dust to dust and there are norms.
----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----------


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