It starts with feelers, sounding-out
Mutual views on stocks and art,
And Red or Blue, or what about
The new trends about to start,
Read on my tablet-can't-be-without,
Then the attempted mutual access
To browse each others' hearts,
Over Pinot Noir and watercress,
And once the data is collected,
Parsed, analyzed, a die is cast,
The potential mate selected,
With hopes it all will somehow last...
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