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I met a doubting Angel in a late-night bar

Who said: "I do not question why (or even if) we are."

"But why should existence in itself exist?"

There was no answer I could give to this.

Adolph Hitler once launched a rickshaw service. It's almost forgotten today, but it was called "The Trike".

The mouse pointer it's,

More erratic than the fly,

Crawling over my screen.

Adolph Hitler was a keen cyclist but he had a thing about twos. When he bought his second bicycle, he insisted it was the third trike.

"I'd rather chew my own arm off" he said. I was like, hmm, that's not exactly evidence-based.

I'm off on a booze cruise. It's organised by Pinot.

Tonight walking home (we both were) I saw a hedgehog.

Once I saw these these little animals every night in summer but now they seem uncommon and I mourn.

Passing a grassy bank – I heard a familiar rustle. I froze; waited; and sure enough a hedgehog emerged; snuffled its way on a circuit (pausing to eat a morsel at one point); then scrambled back up the bank and away.

He was the New Broom;

We were the Dirt.

Brushed away. Which hurt.

And the Room

Once swept: its Floor

Was then no cleaner than before.

On Moonlight Lane I paused one night

To hear the church bells ring.

And when they told me it was late

I hurried on again.

"Plans?" He raised his eyebrows

Thrust his big head toward ours.

(Smiling again.) "Is this some kind of test?"

He said. "Just let us have the reins.

We'll do the rest.

You're in safe hands. It's best."