Gypsy Boy Ravey
Gypsy Boy Ravey Poems
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I hear the Goldfinch, and then I try,
To imagine the world, from a birds eye.
All through the day, up on the wing,
Oh, what joy, to hear her sing.
On wet summer days, you’ll hear me sigh,
Where is my friend, from way on high?
They sing only for the sun, so I am told,
These little wonders, in gleaming gold.
Autumn days will soon be nigh,
And the birds will leave, for southern sky.
But soon to know, what pleasure will bring,
When she comes back to me, next spring.
Many’s the time, I’ve sat all day long,
Hypnotised by the magic, of the ...
No Matter What
The sun can shine on a dog’s ass
That’s what people say
And I know from experience
That every dog will have his day
When you are blamed unjustly
When everything is not okay
When the price that you are asked
Is just too much to pay