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En Acier-Cauchy3

Contributed by cauchy3 on Wednesday, 3rd January 2007 @ 12:18:34 AM in AEST
Topic: political

En acier..
La marmite sur les traces de les serments a plein de forces sur la monde.
Le aigle est desireux pour les serpents.

Lalphebat, malfaisant tour qui une doeuf a la serpents.
A le pouvoir de la main gauche est marcher pas.

Faire marron avec becqueter des briques.
IL me reste encore ne le Dieu.

Ne par Dieu ! Ne par Dieu.

Totute faite de le telephone.

Le monde que vous avez compse.

Aller a la boucher avec le bonbon.

Aller a pied de la monarque.

Se lover sur la monde de la mal.

Beau chassis pour la figure de proue sont sentir malade en mon le juste.

En Chine de le joug pour le people est en acier en fait froid.

Tickets on worlds with forces are traces. Eagle is eager to snakes.
That labels as evils eggs go to snakes.
The powers on left side are call to me.
Caught right away no foods are getting.
Still no remain are there gods or can we.
No talk gods! No talk Gods!
Dial the phones the worlds and you are composed.
Go to butchers with candy.
Go to foot of leaders.
Coil or recoiled our evil worlds.
Well in shapes are figures to heads as feeling ill or my rights.
In China the yokes to peoples are steel in cold..
---------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---------

Copyright © cauchy3 ... [ 2007-01-03 00:18:34]
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