Politics and falls-poem-cauchy3.
Bamboos curtains are over steels.
Manic moons are on barrier reefs.
Evil darks are in grey lights.
Down the falls are funs upright?

Adam papa has amour proper.
Don’t let you know the waters falls.
Gusty winds are for bloods that painted.’
Jackal will all agree to panthers.

Strips of winters are colors of horses.’
Chargers are subjects or objects.
Winters suspicious are autumn leaves.
There are rocs and gooses lived on earths.

Make them the whistles blowers of falls.
Some stigmas are hinged to facts.
Fractions in winters and stories are fictions.
Heroes get the anti-heroes images.

Rosy summers are tender and slow.
Feet on quantum are mighty soft.
Rose waters flow in falls.
Long winters kiss our sages.

It is bonus that liberates bounces.
It is season that reveals true loves.
Season choices are men s tastes.
Or kakila and the crows are skilled arts.

Four months of a baby are the dreams of pillows.
The realms of winters are sets of wires.
Plug in lovers and with honors of pudding.
Tricks on bills are evil plums.
--Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--

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