I, As A Poor Accountant, - Poem by Liza Sud
I, as a poor accountant,
Stand for speedy globalization:
I want there to be no currency,
Not to count rates of exchanges.
Then I would play the piano,
Write poems in the saved time.
Please, accept One country,
One currency, One God!
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