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Gypsy Dancers

Gypsy dancers Have stopped Their twirling The flame Is still Upon the fire The dog It barks At the stillness Of my pen But not The stillness Of my Heart I hear the crickets Crawling The ancient ones Murmuring As if a flock Of lorikeets Have taken up The gypsy dance Around that fire That has died Or is it My heart That is Dead And my mind It has melted Into a Murmuring flock Of lorikeets On me Setting head

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