A Band Of Gypsies

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They come, they stand among the tables of the coffee shop,
and they start singing.
Barefoot, free.
Some people are staring at them as if they were
creatures of lower value.
I just look at them
and myself
and those who look at them.
And — damn! — I know that we are all of the same substance.
There is nothing that makes us superior or inferior to others.
We just stand on a different point of the expansion’s…