not every collision,
a catastrophe;
not every drenching,
a disaster
How was it then, Hercule,
that you bumped into me?
Quite by design, I fear,
Auguste.
And would it have made it
ironic if I had not been
amused?
That would only have been
heartbreaking. For irony,
I'd have had not to have
been amused.
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