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{stolen by gypsies at age two} bill roberts I quickly learned their ways, understood that spit had its use in firming up a curse on ones who looked down on us, could see a man's wallet was full, soon to be mine -- ours, actually -- and could count without using fingers, toes, beads or abacus. I helped enlarge the family treasure, but found as a teen the lure of music and the sinuous dance of maidens of less swarthy skin. The gypsies returned me to my rightful parents when I embarrassed them with my steady attendance at school, plus the high grades I earned. Never once did I regret my wild gypsy upbringing, the lessons of guile they taught me, and how this knowledge has stood me in good stead as I consider running for high office -- as a Tea Party conservative, of course, most of us having been trained in the gypsy tradition. |
