I'm goin to see a gypsy
trade my heart for a lucky hand

because the way I've been livin'
sure is hard on a man

if the river was a wishing well
and a penny was the sun

Lord I'd throw it on down
wish the hard times never return


I could be poetic,
It may be scary,
It's hard to feel loved,
When your palms are so hairy.

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Here, you will find poetry from limericks to bad verse to things you could never hope to comprehend without asking. This page will be one of the fastest evolving pages on the site, so be sure to drop in once in a while.