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i put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back
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<blockquote data-quote="nathan" data-source="post: 661715" data-attributes="member: 113"><p><strong>erm....</strong></p><p></p><p>It isn't from a film, it's a poem by Rod McKuen: </p><p></p><p>The Gypsy Camp </p><p></p><p>I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back; the yellow sun . . .the Mediterranean blue, the sky, the children running on the beach that day, the kildear birds marching in formation down to the sea, and back - when my memory wanders, as it does when bad things happen, I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back; that day . . .you. </p><p></p><p>Even the gypsies. It all comes back. You see what loving does; it makes you trust in horoscopes, and gypsy wands and fortune tellers, and even seashells. </p><p></p><p>I still believe in love. It's hard these days you know, and yet it's still the great adventure; better than blowing bridges or a bus ride to Chicago. Even better than running away from home . . .to . . . join the gypsies.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="nathan, post: 661715, member: 113"] [b]erm....[/b] It isn't from a film, it's a poem by Rod McKuen: The Gypsy Camp I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back; the yellow sun . . .the Mediterranean blue, the sky, the children running on the beach that day, the kildear birds marching in formation down to the sea, and back - when my memory wanders, as it does when bad things happen, I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back; that day . . .you. Even the gypsies. It all comes back. You see what loving does; it makes you trust in horoscopes, and gypsy wands and fortune tellers, and even seashells. I still believe in love. It's hard these days you know, and yet it's still the great adventure; better than blowing bridges or a bus ride to Chicago. Even better than running away from home . . .to . . . join the gypsies. [/QUOTE]
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