Dark hair, olive skin, green eyes...
tis a bit of gypsy in me...real or imagined.

For when I was growing up...there were a lot of gypsy
camps just on the outskirts of town...being slight of hand
pros...frowned upon by city folks, of course.

A bit of jewelry I did wear...and I earned "gypsy" as my
nickname...dressed up as such for Halloween...loved the look.

Cherished black cats...spells to cast, crystal balls, tell your
future, palms to read...gypsies take your money.

Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves...Cher made famous...a bit of
irony, or satiate. None the less, they were fascinating to me...
mystic campfires, and dancing into the night. Memories
pressed in my diary with lock and key...youth relived.