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Gypsy Rose
the future has ghosts too
queuing up just waiting
we give them substance
by living dying mating
sometimes you get hints
they call it premonitions
or that indefinable frisson
whatever the definitions
clairvoyant at the seaside
read my palm for sixpence
said I'd wed a gyspy, who
did have a second sense
lit me with superstitions
she could read my ...
Saturday 30th January 2021 10:45 am
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