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I wonder if
the Moroccan sun
going down
into the Mediterranean
sea(or seemingly so),
noticed us
kissing on the beach
by the tufts of grass?

We cared not,
but went about
our business
as lovers do.

Loud music
from the base camp,
some one sang,
guitar, voices,
silly laughter.

It was quite
some time
ago now;
age has set in,
bones
have become stiff
and ache,
but it was
a good session,
as I recall,
for time-sake.