Money are so naughty and cunning,

They behave just stunning.

I go out – they follow me,

I come back – they harrow me.

They don’t want to come back  home,

They would like a bit more to roam.

They sometimes don't want to go home with me at all.

They would like a bit more to stroll.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 2nd of October, 2011

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