While we're one,
there should still shine a sun,
be special time fun,
smack a big joy stun.
One might be the loneliest number,
but it doesn't have to be an only slumber.

In the creative mind,
nothing walks around blind.
One soul existing,
doesn't have to be a lonely soul twisting.
In our brains of head,
creativity should not sleep in bed,
but awake alive instead.

If one can't entertain the self,
what's to do with another shelf.
Another shelf will lie unstocked,
maybe run away half cocked.
The one will be one again,
alone without a grin.

One is the loneliest number,
since the one slumber.
Two can be as lonely as one,
when there is no sun.
No use adding in three,
with a slumber degree.

While we're one,
still have some fun.

Done!

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