Up and down the hill. Where find treasure in...
It seem living we expect a high...

When theworld have peace
It shall not be hatred or dislike...

If you are a being
If you will not do such a thing...

My dream, that will be continue meadow
Surround with beauteous colors...

Color you name
Which we prove to present...

The skies is black
But heart and soul...

Let all do it
We are good...

30 December: End of day end of last.
We grant new day new year and grant long...

Theworld know
Saddam is evil and murderers...

29 December:Immigrations birds surround bounty...
Fighting is not needed. We have plenty of foods...

New Year
But I have propose begin and end...

Gold underneath and float above
change into dusk but underneath the treasure...