1-1- cauchy3

April rains fool the roses.

Around are fools and merry is going.

Jokes are games and loves are toys.

Safeties are lines and needs are dots.


With thins and with thick!

Paraphrases are Casablenca coffee shops.

Normal rains are precept the times.

Normal are precept the bad worlds.


Your ladies dresses or the maiden names!

Letters mail by wear stamps.

Un-retained to altitudes are free man.

Peaces are coming civil war.


See your aims as you are one.

See your facts as you are true.

But all real fractions in worlds are proper.

Subsets if Gods; names are not sure.


Sure my lord we are crossed.

April rains fool the roses.

Around are fools and merry is going.

Jokes are games and loves are toys.


Cross in times because you are lost.

Wanna to take my coffees close.

Wanna to jump into magic boxes.

Fears in minds as suns are moving.


Rouges! Doubles! groups! Fouls!

Prestige with prim is practical pranks

Indoors are inner beings of hours.

Free lances are free hands.


Indoors are implanted loves for inanities.

Schemes are gifts as men are instances.

Politics are secrets in groups to indict.

Worlds are inequalities with lives inequity.


You can count or you can mount.

You can moan or you can mourn.

Plans are multiples and months are mouthy.

Little mugs shots are in muddles.


--Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--

cheung shun sang

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