No sooner would the cannon, sounding, Proclaim from ship the dawn of day Than, down the sloping shoreline bounding, Towards the sea I’d make my way. And there, my glowing pipe ignited, By briny waves refreshed and righted, In Muslim paradise complete, I’d sip my Turkish coffee sweet. I take a stroll. Inciting urges, The great Casino’s opened up; I hear the ring of glass and cup; The marker, half asleep, emerges Upon the porch, with broom in hand, Where two expectant merchants stand.
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