Write Wing Conspiracy
Plotting world domination one poem at a time...
Friday, July 1, 2011
I whirled in gypsy firelight many lives ago,
Free and in harmony with Mother Earth.
With flowing skirt and bare feet,
I’ve found luck and doom in tea leaves,
Never seeing the eternal wanderings in my own palm.
Mary B. Mansfield
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