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My Mother called my Grandmother a "Dirty Gypsy" a long time ago I never knew what it meant until I gave that part of my heritage a go The Romani left India about 1,500 years ago, traveling, running ever since The White people of the Medieval Ages hated them, at their very presence they took offense... In some areas of Europe it was a common practice to mutilate the woman, **** and stolen kisses And they branded the men with hot pokers... Who can understand this? They were forbidden to speak in their native tongue Yet their songs of joy and laughter are still sung
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
My Heart Breaks For The Gypsies...
My Mother called my Grandmother a "Dirty Gypsy" a long time ago I never knew what it meant until I gave that part of my heritage a go The Romani left India about 1,500 years ago, traveling, running ever since The White people of the Medieval Ages hated them, at their very presence they took offense... In some areas of Europe it was a common practice to mutilate the woman, **** and stolen kisses And they branded the men with hot pokers... Who can understand this? They were forbidden to speak in their native tongue Yet their songs of joy and laughter are still sung
My heart breaks for the Gypsies For my Grandmother was one...
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
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