A World of Color
Skittles come in many colors
The windows are covered with shudders
Children run to the door when they hear their mothers
One is indigent one is opulent but they’re still brothers
The rain falls on all
It does not discriminate
It does not procrastinate
Could it be a rain date?
The sun does not have an obligation to shine
On you are me
It shines when it shines
Simply because it is free
Yes this may sound good in theory and rhyme
But a skittles world
Could be yours and mine
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