Spaghetti and meatballs,
macaroni and cheese,
peanut butter and jelly,
honey for teas.
The moon needs the sun
to illuminate the night,
while the sun all alone
creates too harsh a light.
No doubt there are those
happy alone,
but for most it's far better
to have someone waiting at home.
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