It used to be where Sun Yat Sen walked and hid to spread his revolution ideals
Now the sun hides
from the night and
from the rain
We still have the torn
red, white, and blue
sheltering us from the elements
until we see sun again
The ghost of Sun
then he'll surely be pleased
at our accomplishment,
some helpless folks stuck in a storm,
gambling.
~apys
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