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About This Poem
caravan
'twas nightfall when the caravan
rolled on through
- the dust not seen
- by morning
tracks had been made
the tramps and the gypsies remained
the thieves hidden
fortunes I had but could not predict
I sought
secrets
the thieves would take them
the tramps would take them
the gypsies would take them
Brett Chase
29th April 2012
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