| | Poet: Chen Mi
Mok Tse world so looked down upon, no matter solvable Duling arms.
Regret at not more swig, later Fuming security with Kazuya. | | Poet: Yang Wanli
Poems compiled boat manual labor only, read read Mid-Tang.
North Korea is not a old man like me do not eat, Mid quatrains dynasty meal. |
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