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Your Spirit Animal
How you found out who you really are
I arrived at the fair ground ready to set up my mystery tent
Three days I’ll man this space reading my cards for strangers,
The days of the Gypsy appeal and believing in the spirituality
Is getting less and less and more and more becoming a danger.
This may be my last fair stall and I’ll need to really consider
What I would do to earn a living in the upcoming future,
It’s not like I have an abundance of skills and talents
People believing now that all Gypsies do is start rumours.
My tent is now set up and the sun is just beginning to rise
I’ll get breakfast while I can as my first reads will begin to arrive,
As much as people don’t understand, I am one of a very few
Authentic Gypsy’s still living and for the truth I do strive.
As I finish up breakfast my first customer wanders through
A young man, dressed finely with gorgeous long blonde hair,
His skin is tanned a golden hue telling me instantly he’s a sun lover
Spends most of his time in nature, on the beach, in the fresh air.
