We are a branch (a strain) of lost souls.
a wandering off-shoot of Man.
A blood line.
A vagabond gene pool
of mixed breeds.
A gypsy train.
A caravan.
We rest in park lands.
Recreational areas.
Caves.
You don't see us.
You don't hear us.
But we're there.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 8:44 AM UTC
We are a branch (a strain) of lost souls.
a wandering off-shoot of Man.
A blood line.
A vagabond gene pool
of mixed breeds.
A gypsy train.
A caravan.
We rest in park lands.
Recreational areas.
Caves.
You don't see us.
You don't hear us.
But we're there.
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