A 1-winner

A 1-winner

To be a disable or to pill up at end of queues are far away from happiness. Every body wishes to have witchery and every body wish to win. We are whisky to punch. All male and females should drunk with our punch.

                                      Moneys and wealth are magnets and powers are fluxes. It pulls and pushes many forms of beings. Wars are to break out when stars return to perpetual or temporary motions. But we still need foods to live on moneys and substances are some real matters.

                                          Some jingoism is controllers of pay off. They need many of us to give in our bodies and ideas. No things are very much given and take. Pound by wreck philosophies and blow by forces! 

                                                We are either wash in minds with white washes or afraid to think without guilty. Fears take over your thoughts. Latter on you only wish to have better feels. Are you feared of militarists? Or do you black mail by the feels of the others. When you are lonely ones you then clam down.

                                                       It is a tragedian to be used as a dupe or tool. Your happiness should be caught by your good breath. If some one shouts to you with reasons then the winkle star is sleep. The extortions might be for very common matter but you are just their target to control over.

                                                             If you want to be proud again then take a note on such awes. If some one explodes like petrol in cylinders then they have to sure themselves to be fine motors. They have to show us that they are not gods on earth. They must be full of charity.

                                                                If some one insults you then you have the right to prove their blemishes. Breezes that blow will make the kites soars. But water in deep swims only strong fishes. What kinds of lives are you take over?

                                                                     Lives are not easy as follow the tails of devils. We hit many snags when our minds are soft. We are afraid to break our hearts so that we get on our nerves. Every common people should learn how to win. We are whisky to punches.  All males or females should drunk on our punches.

                                                                       We should not swallow bugs that put in our breads. When you are not good at quarrels! We put our words out even. We are giving some dressing downs. We glue our friends with loves but refuse the bad positions with two main subjects.

                                                                            First they should be sacked in our wraps. Second they take our lessons. A finger is put to two pies so we need to recruit some lots of helping hands. Buy off to sell your tyrants who are real dictators. One intention of tyrant is to force for uniformity.

                                         Despite their bad intentions their forces are to be taken wrong. The only separateness of tyrants is the ideas of defeating or powers out from hands. So what is wrong with good separation? History haws pension. Lands marks are labeled by harvest or not? The lands had to face at the destructs of vipers that come on some neighbors.

                                           You might be very sure separateness when you feel sound! Or when one falls out of their thrones! One day many of us want to see our every green. We like to pick the jack apple in gentle  

--------prose by Cheung Shun Sang=cauchy3--------

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To Oxfordwill:

You need to be less bitter, I’m afriad.