Her money is like her honey!
The harmony of her testimony;
In the land with her works,
Dust, must, lust, rust, trust!
With her money like her honey;
All in the name of love and life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Money and money but life is more funny So don't cry all time for money Because life itself is a guenny...... Yours is a ironical poem..... Nice sir.