Restless gypsys.

Guns poured into taverns hiding from a duty

The delicacy of running around a once ruined city

Restless gypsys dancing in the dust across

Rope lined boards in a former flickering gas light city.
The Belle of trams interrupting the morse

Scattered Morsels as they dress rehearse 

for the mortuary crowded views as 

worlds of priests holes hidden 

Beneath restless gypsys.
In a new electric cinema old world of hot typewriters 

And the men who swoon and faint when they

come calling with cards and oriental flowers.
Whilst the wild vales are drained and windmills gone 

as watchers prepare for Maypole dance

Scrapped Hats sold along the green dragons table

Metal traded for plundered fallen apple trees.

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