A Gypsy Poem From Wango Tango

February/02/2016

“There's a race of men that don't fit in, a race that can't sit still; so they break the hearts of kith and kin, and they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, and they climb the mountain's crest; theirs is the curse of the Gypsy blood, and they don't know how to rest.”
GFFG