By: Ardis E. Parshall - December 06, 2011 Gypsy Soul By Grace B. Wilson I cannot keep a tidy house,Nor bake good apple pie,Nor have a snow-white washing,And I will tell you why: The dewy smell of morningCalls me to come along,The bright flowers nod approval,The lark sings his best song. When shut within my own four wallsI only find defeat,But dawns were made for folks like me,And winds are honey-sweet. (1951) ...
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