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Ivan Misnik Poem
You love me – I know it, honey
And I love you too, my treasure!
I spend on you all my money
That God send me without measure
I like to talk with you, Baby
You say words, that cost all wastes
And this verse is not a labor
But a gift to please your tastes
Copyright © Ivan Misnik | Year Posted 2012
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Ivan Misnik Poem
I sell services of extrasenses
To mad people, who believe in tales
Who have money on all the expenses
- I work like a manager of sales
The main task is to talk with persuasion
I must play on feelings of the fools
They should think, that I am like an angel
Who will save them, outside all the rules
But I only want to get their money
And sometimes I win in this old game
Taste of victories is sweet like honey
I don’t feel a bitter taste of shame
Copyright © Ivan Misnik | Year Posted 2012
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Ivan Misnik Poem
I write verses all the time
Every day I seek a rhyme
Sometimes sweet like good church wine
Sometimes acid like a lime
It`s so difficult to find
Thoughts, that travel in the mind
But I always can explain
Soul songs, I hear in my brain
Copyright © Ivan Misnik | Year Posted 2012
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