Feb 2016
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
GFFG
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