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roving gypsy
href="http://www.sultryrose.net">SultryRose's Signatures they said he was a gypsy because he had that roving eye he wandered like a free bird soaring in the sky he talked to kings and peasants always just the same they said that he was beautiful but they didn't get his name he wandered over lancashire and skipped down in the delphs his friends were very many though he didn't have no wealth he strolled along the highways where the traffic did not roar he was a vagabond and troubadour like they'd never known before his heart was in the right place and his soul was rich in verse he could recite good poetry though his lines were rough and course he sauntered through the valleys amongst the briar's and thorns he was a happy traveler with his vardo and his horse he told your stories and his words were set in stone with meaning and sweet metaphors that danced and skipped and roamed his clothes tr hey were cosmopolitan and his accent didy coy he was a fairground traveler with a twinkle in his eye Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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