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gypsy fortunesThose gypsies ladies with their heads hung down the tarot readings and the words that show no frown the i ching coins jingle and the roulette spins they'll tell your fortune from the mood your in they'll read the lines there in your hand they'll look inside the heart of man their intuition and their dark dark eyes the romance is burning in the lore and wise the headdress ladies with their astral plains they'll thumb the stones and grant you love or pain their caravans all laden with sheeky satin sheets their lamps all lit from their body heat the signs and wonders and the stars at night the horoscopes and cards that flow just right they take your silver and your chance of luck they hoodwink many for the common buck the music plays like Egypt's theme Indian Sanskrit's and melodic reams the nights of starlight and the days of chance just take the heather sprigs sir and stir romance the queen of gypsies thumbed the orient pack she'll spread those cards and then hit the sack the nigh time fancies have all flown away in the gypsies world of chance and play Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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