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The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?
I am all around, yet to me you are half blind. Sunlight makes me invisible and difficult to find. What am I?
My keepers feed me colored balls. With sticks they store on my den walls. Sometimes I store them in my pouch. Sometimes deep in my belly; ouch!
I have hands but do not hold, teeth but do not bite. Feet I have but they are cold, eyes I have but without sight. What am I?
I have no head and a tail I lack but I do have arms and legs and back; I inhabit the palace the tavern the cot 'tis a beggarly residence where I am not. If a monarch were present (I tell you no fable) I still should be placed at the head of the table.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton