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Ancient Walls
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Ancient Walls

Poem By Uloia Norris Moore

From such time
immortal needs brick
straw mud blood
making of the mix.

Massive were said bricks
still crumble yet standing
story the mortar well knows.

Humans call minions slaves
what have your region from
which you read now know.

Color of skin did not matter.

These lives long back I knew
five ton segmented pillars
twenty ton cubed rock
pulled simple tackle and block
crushed so said smeared
pulled by there heavily laden sled
while he with the whip prodded on.

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Humans call minions slaves what have your region from which read you know. Color of skin did not matter superlative biblical...searching for the holy land 10


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