<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528151" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gypsy Guy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains, <br>Be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins; <br>The ones that plot are in a spot, the boss man he complains: <br>'The gypsy soul, I can't control, my patience wears and wanes; <br>They will not cede to common greed, one only way remains, <br>In boxcar bins, with violins we'll freight them out in trains, <br>And in the bogs, they'll die like dogs, and everybody gains.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+O%27Leary">Terry O'Leary</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528151" data-title="Gypsy Guy de Terry O'Leary" data-description="Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains, Be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins; The ones that plot are in a spot, the boss man he complains: 'The gypsy soul, I can't control, my patience wears and wane..."></div> </div> </div>

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