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Morocco
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Unknown Sorrow PM
A poem about Morocco
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 151 - Published: 07-21-06 - id: 2215860
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Morocco

The towering turrets,

They call to me.

As if they are calling my name

The country of oases,

And deserts combined.

Morocco, I long to see you again.

The great medinas,

They stand out to me.

'tis in my mind they stay.

The country of oases,

And deserts combined.

Morocco, I long to see you again.

The 2-story brick houses

Provide me with a sense of home,

Though I live in the USA

The country of oases,

And deserts combined.

Morocco, I long to see you again.

The friends that I've made,

'tis with them, for summers

yet to come, I wish to stay.

The country of oases,

And deserts combined.

Morocco, I long to see you again.

The country I love so much,

The beaches, the cities.

While here, I can't complain.

The country of oases,

And deserts combined.

Morocco, I long to see you again.

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