I am here on an archaeological quest
to satisfy many a curious mind's request
for knowledge on antiques and arte-facts
of Egypt's long extinct historical facts
in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly
sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.
With a large contingent just as curious as I,
hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high,
went to the field, with the Sun baking us perhaps
to a baker's delight. With our rumpled maps,
we yonder searched, bitten as we went by perhaps
a million Flies, getting relief from Sunless skies
in times of fair weather, while hoping something lies
in the depths of the hot sands for our very eyes
to see. With my tools by hard-work and search worn-out,
I brushed to full view the tomb, brilliantly carved out
of young blue blooded Tut, regally laid to rest.
To my wearied colleagues, I spoke in real earnest:
"To exhume the past, we are here at last".

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