A poem about rainbows
Look at the rainbow spanning the city.
It's sublime right?
It marks a complement that is ever so fitting.
Sometimes at night,
I'm with you in a lovely luscious lake of lime green sitting,
And wading in the waters underneath the rainbow as it provides the light.
When I'm on my deathbed my milky mouth's movement will be slow as I'm wishing,
For you, me, and everyone else to be in a land where day lives with night, and there is nothing but rainbows in our sights.
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