The soldiers're flying low on Seoul with driving a training
Plane. By hand-throwing cannonballs, they flew to attack the enemy,
And struck in mid-air, so wrapped around their plane by flaming,
They spewed a final flame, colliding to the tanks of enemy.
(9th, Aug.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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