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I’ve danced for

Twenty-some odd years

The Western hemisphere

Tip toed for two or three

Or more

The European shore

Enchanted by

A drop of gypsy

blood in genealogy

Choose your own adventure

Relative to anthropology

I’d saddle up my baggage

In the hopes to

Gain more luggage

In my headspace

Than my suitcase

Idealistic sort of coverage

Exploring mind cartography

An uncharted biography

I’ll trace the place

From where I start

And not forget

To call it Art