 Saturday, February 28th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer
On the Sands Of Zanzibar
On the sands of Zanzibar
Grab a camel, leave the car
Sail on the winds of monsoon time
Eat coconut with the clove and lime
On the sands of Zanzibar
The Genie in the Sultan’s lair
Dwells in a lamp hidden there
Rub him right and he explodes
Trailing smoke into heaven, he goes
Where the azure waters ebb and flow
Long ago Egyptian maidens would go
With white beach’s surf lapping at their toes
Wondering if there are men in the mangroves
In the air the spice aroma lingers
Tickling your skin with slinky fingers
Distant ships wave a farewell hand
Tortoise winks on the gritty sand
On the sands of Zanzibar
Marissa A Spencer
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June 15, 2003
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