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Edifice
‘Put a brick in the edifice,’
Said the man climbing up the wall.
‘It will reach so high,
It will touch the sky,
Till the day it begins to fall.’
‘But what’s the point?’ I enquired,
‘If it ends up being destroyed?’
‘From out of the rubble
We’ll build back the double,
To make sure that we stay employed.’
‘That strikes me as strange,’ I replied.
‘Because it ...
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