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gypsy heart

She’d a gypsy heart, and home-staying feet:

She loved campfires – and an ingle seat.

When summer rain shook its tambourine,

She snapped her fingers, but locked the screens.

She caught her hair with a high jeweled comb-

Then whisked egg whites to angel foam.

If stars inveigle her into the night,

She returned, like a moth, to the candle light.

For the Romany call in the South wind’s throat,

A kettle’s hum was the antidote.

She’d a gypsy heart, but it couldn’t pull

Her home-staying feet from their chimney stool.

– Ethel Romig Fuller

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