More math poetry: divisible by two, not by three
OK
Why am I here?
Enduring boring philistines
When I speak my mind some look at me strange
As they tap their fingernails to Bruce Hornsby & the Range
While solvent scent and untuned guitars are my normal cafe fare
They admire $3000 portraits of candles hung on freshly painted walls
How likely am I to find likeminded kinfolk or new friends here
Though why restrict myself by what I think folks like me do
I could find a kindred spirit today
Because I am at this cafe
And so am I
I'll stay
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