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I offered Satan a piggy-back ride today. So up he hopped, and away we went for a walk, and I asked him all the questions I could think of. For how cruel is it to burden the Heavens with all my queries? There must be someone else to talk to. I speak with the Devil. He's bound to have some interesting stories. I ask, “What is love?” And he says “The blood of roses and thorns.” I ask, “Why is the sky blue?” And he says “Because its sadness is infinite.” I ask “Why did the chicken cross the road?” And he says “The crosswalk was painted only in its mind.” I continue to