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The
Wind’s Own Gypsy Soul
Rusty
Sprocket
The rider
knows
what the
wind can bring
the moods
it has
the songs
it sings…
from
shrill keening
of a
coming storm
to a
Zephyr sighing
soft and
warm
The rider
knows
how the
Night Wind calls
when his
kickstand is down
and the
darkness falls…
how it
finds him in his dreams
to
whisper out his name
with a
haunting, insistent, echoed refrain:
“Rider…
(Rider)… come ride with Me…
Rider…
(Rider)… come ride with Me!!”
The rider
knows
the
wind’s own gypsy soul…
that does
not tell where it has been
or where
it will go
or what
songs it will sing
tomorrow
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