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posted by
Annicita
on October 28, 2017 at 2:29 PM
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Re:FS
I expect so FS bit easier now than having to take a caravan and horses with one.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 22, 2017 at 6:13 AM
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ReRpresta
Thankyou RP. When I was a boy there were real gypsies there faces were different
and tanned brown by the sun, Actually a lot have married into locals and one I remember was going to America on the Queen Mary with her American soldier husband.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 22, 2017 at 6:10 AM
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ReBigV
Thank you Big V. When I was a boy there was an enormous camp of gypsies a few fields way.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 22, 2017 at 6:03 AM
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Re: Kabu
Thank you Kabu we always made our own wine or drank some horrible port that gave one the stomache almost immediately.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 22, 2017 at 6:01 AM
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lock the doors and turn around but the men quite often would sneak out to see if there was a drink or if they could get a leg over.
great Poem mate. Love this one. excellent
posted by
Kabu
on October 21, 2017 at 1:51 PM
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Very Nice
Your words paint a wonderful mental picture.
posted by
BigV
on October 21, 2017 at 12:13 PM
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CCT
An excellent poem and post about gypsies and those with the spirit of a gypsy. Lock your doors and turn your face when they come around! On the other hand, they like their music... Nice work. 
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on October 21, 2017 at 10:47 AM
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I like the metaphor a lot of the gypsies. That is very true. Even those who are very regimented with where they are in life probably do feel a need once in a while to explore and not be tied down.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on October 21, 2017 at 9:06 AM
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