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Cinderella rose leeCinderella the gypsy lived upon the great south shore where the Blackpool golden mile stretched and was well worth waiting for they called her Rose lee for she was a seer and true she told you lots of fortune tales on the beach at old Blackpool her booth it was well lit up with pictures by the score close by the donkeys serenades upon the Blackpool shore she wore a scarf of gaiety and her lamp it was well lit her cards spread on the table just across from wheres you sit her eyes they looked right into you and real your mind and soul she was dark and beautiful and her rings she did fare show her dress was long and dignified like a lady of good taste her skin was dark and mystical and her beauty in her face of all the gypsy ladies her words were true to form she told you how it was from the day that she was born her booth no longer sits there on Blackpool's golden mile where lads and lassies came to call to see her golden smile Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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