cannot stay almost time to fly away
will leave you these islands forever
we shall meet again in this life never
this way you play is way it will stay...
echo of champagne cork echoes into our eternity
rejoice smurf you shall see no more of fading me
your about to go live with chosen your money tree
this gold digging scheme hopefully can set you free...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Men need money But Women need Root's Money is the root of all evil .. iip