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traveling days
there were gypsies on the sand dunes before Blackpool golden mile was born there were Gypsies on the lodge hills near Poole when farms were planting corn there were gypsies in their caravans and in their tents so mean with lights a burning bright each night all full of kerosene there were ponies on the hillsides then and donkeys on the sands there were fairground cars to ride and more with big top traveling bands those fortune telling ladies on the pier did often stand with their cards of tarot destiny and with silver in their hands all the belly dancing ladies and the singing baritones with the dancing of the festivals and the wagons rolling home there was work out in the fields then with the fruit picking every day with the singing of the gypsy gals and guys each working holiday each year the traveling circus came to call with big top and the clowns with horses bred and braided well and there was hay upon the downs the crowds were all a thronging and the lights were shining bright these were tales to tell your children when the gypsies were in sight there were belly dancing ladies with earrings and bright gowns with their castanets and tambourines jingly and the accordion's gay sounds there were gatherings on the hillsides then and merriment when the traveler's came to call with their Roma ways and dialect like gents and ladies at a ball Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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