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gypsies trailsi chanced pon the gypsy trail where heather grew and trees were swell i saw them gypsy caravans heard the songs of the gypsy man the skies were blue and grass was green the tracks were narrow pon country scene where ducks in flight flew across the downs where the gypsy pack were bedded down oftimes i took that gypsy trail where life was rich in wishing wells where gals were dark and bonny too from old Poole lane to Waterloo the dogs gave chase to rabbits tails where foxes graced the springing wells from dew of morn to twilight's dusk where moon gave chase to star lights glow where bare chest men graced gypsy shows all along that trail i roamed where rabbits scurried down their homes afore the mornings light explored the freedom life of the Gypsy's world Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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