I met a pretty girl in a cafe
I first saw her on this dating site
Though I have been burnt before by women I may say
The heart longs for hope and to hold my hand
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They have not create a robot or an app to hold my hand
I am not sure they sympathize or even understand
Loneliness can driven even a lion to be mad
This lion just wants more music in his band
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I saw some pretty art at a gallery today
Though I have seen much before it still took me away
To a place far away where logic cannot reach
Where the parish priest shuts up and allow the poets to preach
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They have not created an algorithm or some software
That can mimick an artist and hold you steady in his stare
Art is beauty and beauty is food for the soul
What takes me way from my mundane daily goal
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My daily goal is to earn enough to fund my tea
For this writer needs tea and tea needs money
But we need solitude and we need some beauty too
Which is why my friend I wrote this poem for you
