"There's a race of men who don't fit in
A race that can't sit still, so they break the hearts of kith & kin
And they roam the world at will
They range the fields and they rove the flood
They climb the mountain's crest...
Theirs is the curse of
Gypsy Blood
..."
-Truman Capote
Up Dated 6/28/98
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