My lovely Marrakech
Bicycles, donkeys and mud-red walls
Loom large and frantic to untrained eye
Quick wit and smiles from closed-in stalls
For those who give the gift of time
Yet all too simple to resist the view
To bring back tales of bust and boom
And lose the chance of perception true
Au revoir, my lovely. I'll see you soon!
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