The dust is blowing.
The air is warm.
We call it a haboob,
this BIG dust storm.
I told you I like to make up new words, but I didn't make up haboob. I learned this word from reading the newspaper. Haboob is a new word for me, so I wanted to use it in a poem. Can you remember the last new word you learned? Poets like learning new words, do you? Yes, you are a poet.
Joy,
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