Container with the money, I returned to Heaven

I fell from heaven
Container with the money
Assume I'm tired
Notes by hand.

Turn on the -
Crack, as the ratchet.
Nakhodka I'm glad
Not be worn brushes.

Container took
In the vault of the bank.
Bankers Without Tears
Believed "to wound".

Spread brain
And fast asleep.
Container with the money
I returned to Heaven.


6.10.10g. Z.Sh.


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