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As many men sweat and groan with heavy stones on ropes to pull the pyramid grows and grows like a small child growing up The man in charge watches on whip in his clenched fist his dark eyes look over the work his ears alert for rebellion The pharaoh sits in his palace unaware of the troubles of his slaves drinking fine palm wine from a large golden chalice The sphinx lies on its plinth like the king of beasts taking a rest demanding respect from all its large yellow form casting spooky shadows on the sand as the sun rises up over the horizon
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
008. Egyptian Morning
As many men sweat and groan with heavy stones on ropes to pull the pyramid grows and grows like a small child growing up The man in charge watches on whip in his clenched fist his dark eyes look over the work his ears alert for rebellion The pharaoh sits in his palace unaware of the troubles of his slaves drinking fine palm wine from a large golden chalice The sphinx lies on its plinth like the king of beasts taking a rest demanding respect from all its large yellow form casting spooky shadows on the sand as the sun rises up over the horizon
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
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