Many Hands

"Build it up there," roared the king,
"where it will be seen first by God,
and enemy."
"Goody, goody," cooed his queen.
"It will have a lovely view."
"Is there a quarry near by? asked the
architect.
"Ten miles or more yonder," pointed
the advisor.
"No matter," laughed the king. "We've
backs aplenty."
"Bloody hell," thought the peasant.

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