Plunges..
Aces as up my sleeves are runs.
Dummy men have cups and drunk.
Dummy puppets men are weights.
Hundred pounds will bow and deigned.
Kowtow acts are follow camps.
Dampen worlds are gods and damned.
Horses are yokes and bad are lords.
Over lords are over works.
Plunges will runs are debts are chips.
Phoenix eats our dates and hips.
Tyrants drink our wets and red.
Feeding back is up and fed.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem