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Tops Are Tops
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Tops Are Tops

Tones of voices are strange are mad.
China tyrants all are bad.
Shun to laws are ghosts as bosses.
Come to gods are someone tops.

Shunt our friends away are poor.
Shunt our poor away are more.
Froward men have forwarded moots.
Mouths in hands are grasses are roots.

Lord it over all are bosses.
Profit making all may loss.
Loss their hearts are over lords.
Profits making all are forces.

Lord it over all are bloods.
Brother bloods are not in moods.
China bosses are over lords.
Despot china keeps their forces.

Profits making all are tops.
Tops of tops are funny courts.
Get it all as rip are bosses.
Backhand compiles are backs of doors.

Throats of WUJANTO make the sounds.
Sounds are strange and mad are rounds.
Tops are tops are havoc cries.
Army havoc cries will rise.

Laws are deep or throats are deep.
Bottom flags are arms with seeds.
Shorter arms are moons that down.
Feel as near to ratio lows.

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A really fantastic poem, really like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, In The Words Of Bluesman Jack.