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the smell of onion bathed hot dogs lured me to the weekly farmer's market a street away from my paradise.
its nomads selling convenient knick-knacks that locals must buy and soon leave on shelves to gather dust.
its stupid but effective.
at a corner nomads sell fresh seedless melons
only, when u cut one open, there are seeds
another corner has a wana be elvis lip singing heart break hotel
another corner smells of century old coal train. there greasy food is cooked
u can see half a dozen headless chickens dangling on a steak, cooking slowly.
grim, but wicked
on the empty street impatient teen nomads supervise the mini petting zoo and pony ride.
at first glance u feel pity for the creatures. restrained for a life of asses on their backs.
but, they are fat, fat with care and shining coats.
there's no need for pity....
at the end of the market u see nomads selling beautiful craft bracelets and necklaces.
out of all the men here, u are the most gypsy.
dark skined, long black curls that hang over ur neck and a traveler's cap tossed on top of it all
ur shirt is an xxL but ur really a S. its all tucked into jeans that make ur legs look twice as small as mine's i can't stop staring at those thick brows, and long lashes.
and coal eyes.
each wrist has a leather bracelet and each ring finger holds a simple ring.
how can i look at ur crafts when ur there,in front of me?
ur something rare, uncommon
a modern gypsy man.
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- Title: gypsy man
- Artist: meditationpriestess
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i love farmer's markets. enjoy the essence and...him.... - Date: 02/02/2009
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