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The Gypsy Camp by Rod McKuen

I put a sea shell to my ear and it all comes back;
The yellow sun, . . . . the Mediterranean blue, the sky,
The children running on the beach that day,
The kildear birds marching in formation down to the sea, and back -
Down to the sea and back,
When my memory wanders, as it does when bad things happen,
I put a sea shell to my ear and it all comes back;
That day, . . . . you,

Even the gypsies.
It all comes back.
You see what loving does:
It makes you trust in horoscopes,
And gypsy wands and fortune tellers,
And even the sea shells.

I still believe in love.
It's hard these days, you know.
And yet it's still the great adventure;
Better than blowing bridges,
Or a bus ride to Chicago.
Even better than running away from home, . . . . to
Join the gypsies.

This has been a story of some wonderful memories...of a Valentines day that never was. Thank you all for the memories.

HomeBoy

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