Cool SlideshowsCome, try your skill, kind gentlemen,
A penny for three tries!"
Some threw and lost, some threw and won
A ten-a-penny prize.She was a tawny gipsy girl,
A girl of twenty years,
I liked her for the lumps of gold
That jingled from her ears;I liked the flaring yellow scarf
Bound loose around her throat,
I liked her showy purple gown
And flashy velvet coat.?A man came up, too loose of tongue,
And said no good to her;
She did not blush as Saxons do,
Or turn upon the cur;She fawned and whined "Sweet gentleman,
A penny for three tries!"
- But oh, the den of wild things in
The darkness of her eyes
Cool SlideshowsThe eternal gypsyRegardless of what you label meMy freedom is found in my ancestryLost in my eyes the wisdom of the agesConnection to the slaves whose cries carry on in my angerTwisted in my locks, the only visible roots to my MotherTears left on the shoresSweetness saturates my rolling tones, and sprinkle out of my penTheres nothing normal about meBarefooted, running, digging my feet in the earthDo not get me confused with a hippieUnderstand the fires the beat against the sandsUnderstand the drums that will beat against your soulUnderstand my rhythm as I twist my hips, which you find so excitingUnderstand that this spirit can not be owned, broken or yieldUnderstand my passion that is unleashed in the midst of painLong after youve sated yourself and disappeared,The gypsy, earthly goddessEternal madness, dances on
Whitney Houston - Oh Yes
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The Gypsy's ReturnThe fire long goneWith a few remaining embers that glowed,She was more than satisfiedWith the dance she once again bestowed.The Gypsy quietly roamsThroughout the camp,Worn path shownBy the light of her lamp.Slowly passingEach soul she had laid to rest,Her night of dancingHad been filled with zest.Each one enteredWith a different secret to hide,Gypsy already knewWhat their hearts had been denied.All hearts now mended,Every soul filled with content,Her dance of healingWas done with the best of intent.She peacefully moves onTo the moon lit lake,There shell sleepAnd dream of more dances to make.Generate your own contact table!