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G is for Gypsy
GypsyI dance on foreign ground,always teasing outthe unfamiliar with my toe,always moving town to town,selling snake oil from the backof a painted wagon.
At night the moon comes,full and wagging light,holding up a silver dollar for me to follow,making that empty shellof a promise again,saying this timeit will bring me home.
Published on April 07, 2012 04:00