Best Foremen Poems
Fall..
Fall in battles acts for china tyrants all by nemesis bring to them by ways of good or gods. Battle arrays come for nothing fun. Jokes about the wars are not so easy. Juggled history may hide our ethnic sins. Free the Tibet must be good. Hard and harsh are battles forms. Like a spasm our tyrants need to fall. Front and ranks are falling lines. Puffs of winds are tyrants’ heats. All except are rights are laws are upright sues.
Most are struck off one bodily also get the infected with names on books of true reviews of history.
Dirt removed is something clean. Ways are clean and laws should clean. All debugging all are faults in china tyrants’ life. Judges on sides have bribery panels. Mostly they obtain hireling claques for all their fable shows with history. Each of us should wonder what is cost for tyranny killing. Where are gods? What is nemesis? Foremen laws are franking stamps. Laws so contrasts are equal laws and upright justices. Do it always there.
Double dealing all are something bad.
Social ethos some are wrong.
Cultural pluralism some are good for heads to toes.
Cultural tyranny all are fowls that inhumane.
China manic ways will like the politic infiltrations. Reddish dominatrix tyranny comes as evil jokes.
Made destabilize upright put for shaking some for wrong doers are better worlds.
Laws should destined just and more for human right.
However sometimes Destiny might be cruel. What will gods to say about the more detached of china evil troops?
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------------
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Clock melting lowly before my eyes.
Half-empty stomach still growling, suspended in wait.
Hurried anticipation accompanies every task.
Scanning the floor, deathly afraid someone might ask
A question that would lead me twenty minutes astray.
Such a tiny window for a break in my day.
Tumbling, euphoric, I check out for my escape.
Tunes, chocolate, and fresh air rapidly abate
The impending doom that we all must have felt
When the clock rules over us like an iron belt
Quick to strike and slow to heal,
Clocks and their foremen don't care how I feel.
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Entry For
Frank Herrera's
Sounds And Smells Contest
G.L. All
-A song from my Passover musical, "On Eagles' Wings" My sister Amy Grace also helped me with this one-
Oh, a baby
Oh, a baby
Oh, dear Avdah, the day finally came
He’s so precious
He’s so tiny
Oh, how glad you must be
What’s his name
We’ve named our son, our first-born boy
Yaron, for he will shout for joy
Oh, bless Yehovah! He has done
Great things; He’s given you a son
At first I thought that He would live
With each demand the foremen give
But since then I have come to see
That my Yaron will soon be free
He will shout for joy
Oh, how special
Oh, he sees me
Oh, my Avdah, he looks just like you
When I see him
I have joy now
For my son will be free–-it is true!
Yehovah bless you, precious boy
In Him, Yaron, you’ll shout for joy
Yehovah bless your family
With heritage among the free
Now my heart is (Now my heart is)
Overflowing (Overflowing)
He has blessed me (And not only you!)
When I see him (When we see him)
I have joy now (We have joy now)
For Yaron will be free–-it is true!
Oh, splendor to the Righteous One
He’s given you a first-born son!
We all at last have come to see
Yehovah soon will set us free
We will shout for joy!