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Don your blessed high halo
Trans-romanian gitana, suerte y buena fortuna.
Twenty-five cents a palm.
Beware her silver crucifix carried;
cursed and tarnished, no inocencia.
Tea and Lady fingers are not in her cards;
only gnarled bitter shadow intent.
There is mystery Armenia fog following
from Eastern Europe in that lineage.
Far from the Caucasus, cross roads of diaspora,
only now on the New World's streets.
Keep your eye open for what may come to pass.
Don your blessed high halo, sing your sacred psalm.
Twenty-five cents a palm.
Beware her silver crucifix carried;
cursed and tarnished, no inocencia.
Tea and Lady fingers are not in her cards;
only gnarled bitter shadow intent.
There is mystery Armenia fog following
from Eastern Europe in that lineage.
Far from the Caucasus, cross roads of diaspora,
only now on the New World's streets.
Keep your eye open for what may come to pass.
Don your blessed high halo, sing your sacred psalm.
Published 30th Mar 2015
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