Jingle, Jangle  

Necklaces, bracelets, rings and things,

I jingle, jangle in the breeze.

Silver and crystal, antique and new,

ruby red to a bright topaz blue.

A wandering gypsy of previous life,

maybe a princess or a kings wife.

I wear my trinkets, they sing as I sway,

hear me coming and going away.

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