Hearts on the road She plucked at my heartstrings and begged me - TopicsExpress



          

Hearts on the road She plucked at my heartstrings and begged me to stay she took all my money and then went away her tent it was awesome with strawberry wine we drank till the morning i grew up so wise the thunder and lightning and the stars in the sky the ruby red lips of her distinctive young face n that look in her eyes her wiles and her wherefore and the love in this place disgraced the minstrel played on his banjo and the gypsies eyes were wild i was young and deceitfull so was the promise in her eyes the vagabond people on the road to the downs with their wayward lost children neath the silk shrouds the dusty trails and the tales they told with thier copper kettles n pots of gold the nights of splendoured i remember it so well but things were different then n we compromised lost in wonder in the gypsys eyes
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 12:01:12 +0000

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