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    The Gypsy Quaker
    The Gypsy Quaker
    The Gypsy Quaker
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    The Gypsy Quaker

    By Nancy Adams

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    I am the guardian of the graveyard
    the keeper of the gate.
    I winnow souls and spirits
    in a job I love and hate.

    I list your joys and blessings,
    your terrors and your fears.
    I gather up the hours
    and stitch together days and years.

    I am the watcher of the sleeper
    come rest, abide with me.
    Ill rock and hold and love you
    for all eternity.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateNov 30, 2017
    ISBN9781543464634
    The Gypsy Quaker
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    Nancy Adams

    A freelance editor and theological librarian, Nancy writes mysteries and fantasy. She is a member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime. Her story "The Secret of the Red Mullet" has been published in FISH TALES: the Guppy Anthology (Wildside Press, 2011). The first of her SAINT NICK TALES, "Saint Nick and the Fir Tree," is available on Smashwords and elsewhere. In her spare time, Nancy reads, sleeps, and whacks the occasional dust bunny. For more information, visit her website: http://nancyadamsfiction.com

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