Terry Holzmacher Poems

I know, I'll see you waiting there
As you used to on the stair
Wagging tail and lolling tongue
You've been waiting very long
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Gypsy, gypsy dance for me
Pulsing music wild and free
Take me to your caravans
Whispers of the sarabands
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From her native land was torn
Sailed across the golden horn
Carried over turquoise floors
Through the gorgeous harem doors
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