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Caral, or Caral-Supe, was a large settlement in the Supe Valley, near Supe, Barranca province, Peru, some 200 km north of Lima. Caral is the most ancient city of the Americas, and is a well-studied site of the Caral civilization or Norte Chico civilization.
Caral was inhabited between roughly 2600 BCE and 2000 BCE, enclosing an area of more than 60 hectares. Caral was described by its excavators as the oldest urban center in the Americas, a claim that was later challenged as other ancient sites were found nearby. Accommodating more than 3,000 inhabitants, it is the best studied and one of the largest Norte Chico sites known.
Paul Kosok discovered Caral in 1948, but it received little attention until recently because it appeared to lack many typical artifacts that were sought at archeological sites throughout the Andes at the time. Archaeologist Ruth Shady further explored the 5,000 year-old city of pyramids in the Peruvian desert, with its elaborate complex of temples, an amphitheater and ordinary houses. The urban complex is spread out over 150 acres (607,000 m²) and contains plazas and residential buildings. Caral was a thriving metropolis at roughly the same time that Egypt's great pyramids were being built.
A box arrived this morning
Its reason was unspoken
It was signed and sent with deadly seal
The box said "Do Not Open"
It stood there in the hallway
And arrested my attention
I paced the floor and pondered why
The box said "Do Not Open"
And still I wondered,
"Will temptation get the best of me again?"
It was just the very thing I wasn't
Wishin' to be ownin'
A package sent to Waseley Hills
The box said "Do Not Open"
Seven lonely days went by
I wasn't really copin'
It soon consumed my every thought -
The box said "Do Not Open"
And still I wondered,
"Will temptation get the best of me again?"
Frozen there in terror, I
Could hardly have been hopin'
Through an omen of my comin' doom,
The box said "Do Not Open"
An image of repulsion
I saw the premonition
It filled my frightened mind and still,
The box said "Do Not Open"
And still I wondered,
"Will temptation get the best of me again?"
I couldn't stand the torture
And approached the thing in question
I ripped away the seal
The box, it lay there open
And there I was, a sorry man
All doubled up and chokin'
With bleedin' hands and withered nails,
The box, it lay there open
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