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CITY OF KINGS
Went to this place in 2016, back when the world was semi-normal.
Not that I was semi-normal. Igor picked out my brain; he chose normal, abi-normal. Oh well, it functions on occasion, as I tell my friends, sometimes I sits and thinks, other times, I just sits. I’m not sure where I pirated that saying from, but it suits me to a T. Anyway, pictures do not do this place justice, plus there is a big mountain on top of a mountain, where the condors sail around. I made it to the top, Montana Machu Picchu almost killed me, but I did it. There is a tilde above the n in Montana, Spanish for mountain, but I couldn’t figure it out. Live with it.
CITY OF KINGS
See far mountains, high up in the Andes,
From above beat giant black Condor wings.
Long gone Incans, told of earlier race,
Who built the fabled lost city of kings.
House size boulders stacked, defy all logic,
Learned souls say they used only rock tools.
Made by stone-age man who spoke of strangers,
Scientists instruct us poor simple fools.
Laser straight cuts, no playing card fits through,
Listen as Peruvian shaman sings.
Visitors crafted unrivaled stone buildings,
One like Machu Pichu, city of kings.
Peru, Bolivia, Columbia,
Where they came and went, some exported cocaine.
DNA proof, Egypt’s kings have traces,
Plus, perfect pyramids in land of no rain.
We scoff at savage’s superstition,
But Peru’s carvings show carts powered by wings.
Wonder when they’ll pay another visit?
Explain skills used on Incan’s City of Kings.
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