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gypsy aunt
my great aunt she were a gypsy dark as the ace of spades shes was ugly when old n Grey but a beauty when a young maid all the lads adored her with ringlets in her hair though she cursed n swore all day long rode the flights down at Poole fair as a child i knew her all we kids were frighted too for she was dark and ugly then though her eyes were deep n blue her manners were outrageous though she had a heart of gold they buried her on Saturday burnt all her van of stock n clothes the heaths were her great play space like all us diddycoy we frolicked in the bracken deep where the rabbits ran on by the sky was her own canopy with starlight in her eyes her locks were dark and braided then her castle was a king she was born upon the heath where thrushes all did sing i remember her sweet dialect though her diction it was foul she wouldn't harm a gnat they said as she looked into your eyes Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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