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The Roma Tribe

The Roma I can’t stop thinking of the Roma people There are many of them in Algarve, Horse and cart to the annoyance of car drivers. Horse manure their only pollution. When a bank goes belly up, you can’t sue them For misusing your deposit. When all aeroplanes have stopped flying and Cars are rusting by the roadside, and there are no donkeys To plough the fields, the Roma people will continue Their journey towards the sunset.

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Date: 1/15/2020 10:43:00 AM
A touching poem, Jan. Love how it leaves me in a state.
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 1/18/2020 7:57:00 AM
thank you, Line Gauthier
Date: 1/15/2020 7:41:00 AM
An interesting look into the future. Perhaps there really are more things in heaven and earth..........
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