A abc of absolve-poem-cauchy3

A abc of absolve (poem)

Absolve the absorbs of bloods by wills

Cram the crafts with ideas that ill

Spears will speak up for crimes

Snows are known to be cold as rimes


Far and wide are political fares

Drudge on rubbers who will the games

Dinghies in strings should dampen by fires

Boats are oaths and keys for thieves


Crackers with keys race with laws

Taints on claims to over all charges

Shocks on shows to take the armies

Kings use strings pulling our veins


Craps shooters rig the tools

Laws and tanks are cages in zoo

Crash on ashes to win royalties

Loves are loots to sustain by tanks


Reserve their services for ones pains

Reserve the laws for people s rights

Who expand their arms to expanses?

Who invite and invoke poor races.


Deter and dethrone by justices and souls

Rig the wigs in jury boxes

Rig the right of my ways

All are flaws of right man


Right hand men are stuff

Goods sticks to bad stubs

Poll to a pool of poor strollers

Per capita should wear in common


Knock them down! Knock them down

Days are dated to total amounts

Worship the warfare for true men

War chests are wars means


War cities are cries in wars

Some laws are tools of mono-arches

Some tanks are tainted by bloods

Kinky to touch but kind to look


Touch of steels as tough as facts

Laws are rotten and rough that are not ready

Souls are rough diamonds that shine

Rouges and honest seek their rights


Cilia are blue cinders are dark

Blue moods are modals for ashes

Covet the laws to convey some actions

Oaths and curses for widow s aims


Empathy of empires is bad and showy

Building the thumbs then rule the zones

Cram the crafts with ideas that ill

Cram the crafts with ideas that ill


Present of souls with pretend of loves

Trade the traits and try their loves

Treat the treaty as symbols for lost

Tanks are steels that cut above


Ribs are aides of gasps for souls

Facts are aides of camps in solids

Absolve the absorbs of bloods by wills

Cram the crafts with ideas that ill


Treat on treaties are flows on flow

Foots on floods are tyrants foot

Stir our fears and stink our fishes

Tape by times and tick on fists


We dream on drums as we prevail

Values on vales are shields for rains

Fleshes are soil bloods are rails

Tricks are tracks devoted to braves


Pave the paths with white marbles

Swallow feet de-empire his father

Electra hired her knights at nights

Knit and knead the clays with wills


Soft are songs in places of wits

Dyes to eyes with colors of winds

Absolve the absorbs of bloods by wills

Cram the crafts with ideas that ill

--------political poem by Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--------
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