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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IT'S THE GYPSY IN ME, by FRANCES BRAGAN RICHMAN
First Line: When I am old I hope to sit up nights
Last Line: And take no chance on that which sleep might take.
Subject(s): Streets; Avenues
First Line: When I am old I hope to sit up nights
Last Line: And take no chance on that which sleep might take.
Subject(s): Streets; Avenues
When I am old I hope to sit up nights
And drink black coffee while the city lights
Drop out, and stars I had not seen before
Peer through the sky, and call me to the door --
And lure me out upon deserted streets
Away from home and comfortable sheets
To follow after dreams while yet awake --
And take no chance on that which sleep might take.
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