Morocco
Through Harold’s Lens:
Spitting
Chewing
Burping
Groaning.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp
Whining
Urinating
Bellowing
Moaning.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp
Rhythmic
Slow
Slumbery
Sleepy
Camel caravan.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp
Stretching
Red Sea
Atlantic Ocean .
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp
Dune slogging
Five hundred feet
High.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp
Sweat pouring
Salt draining
Hottest desert in world.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp
Frosty
Cold beer
Safari tent camp.
Soon. Soon. Soon.
The Great Sahara!
Through Harold's Lens 
This is another amazing picture with the shadows. Combined with your words – wonderful. We had recently some Sahara sand here which blows up through Cornwall apparently, we did have it rather windy…… Don’t know if it is true but the cars had all dust on them more than usual.
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Hi Ute,
Thank you. I had no idea that the Sahara sand blew that far North.
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Great poem. Makes me dream of deserts and wishing to experience such feelings.
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Quite a journey Dalo. Truly one I have never experienced before. I, for sure, would go back to the Sahara.
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Loved it… Must be hot, but cold beer does the trick every time…
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Yes it does lumar1298. Dust that frigid frosty foam off your icy mug and let the arctic chilled golden liquid flow across your palate. Oh yes!!!
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OH for that frosty beer. LOL NICE job, Harold!!! xx Amy
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Thank you Amy. Dust the cobwebs off your beautiful pink roses. I’ll dust the suds off three frostys and you, your husband and I will enjoy the evening sun colorfully cascading down over your rose gardens.
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Sounds quite delightful to me. The only problem being, my roses are not blooming yet. Hehehehehehe Sorry. xx Amy
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Hey Bartender!!!
Hold the suds for a bit, til the young lady turns up roses.
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love it!
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Thanks Terry. Sleepy and thirsty now?
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