I want to be a Happy Hippy
Painting bodies by the sea
Washed ashore anew each morning
With the sunshine drying me.
I want to be a Gypsy Dancer
Twirling circles by the fire
Lit and spun in shades of passion
Singing as the flames burn higher.
I get to be a Loving Mother
Stretch my heart out by the day
Wearing too big jeans and glitter
Make believing as we play.
March 8, 2010 at 7:02 pm
This is lovely – smiley but sad xxx
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March 8, 2010 at 11:15 pm
Not too sad!:) The Happy Hippy Gypsy Dancer is never very far away!:P
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March 14, 2010 at 12:48 pm
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YES!
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