When partners find themselves on different sides of the fence,
Can all be smooth, no scratches no dents?
When the Sun is in my eyes, you see it not,
When you're too shady, I'm too hot.
How can life be approached, with two points of view?
Certainly mine is the correct one and yours is poo!
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