There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest. Robert W. Service
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So, there's a race of men that don't fit in. That can't sit still. They break the hearts of kith and kin. And they roam the world at will.

They range the field and rove the flood. And they climb the mountain's crest. Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest."This poem by James Whitcomb Riley is an interesting one to say the least.

The idea of an entire race not knowing how to rest is quite humorous yet also sad. The main idea that I took away from this piece was that people who live outside of their regular lives are not able to find comfort within their own homes. These people do not know how to settle down and find ways to relax every once in a while.

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