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no-trumps a card play
Let's play this round of bridge with no-trumps.
No suit is designated as the trump suit.
Alas, the emperor has no clothes!
The suit he wears is threadbare,
It's so light and it fits perfectly.
It's so regal and exquisite.
The suit of silk and gold
holds all who see it spellbound,
"But he hasn't got anything on,"
a little child said,
before being hushed,
and rushed away.
The royal trumps had their sway.
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