It means that nobody is wrong.

And nobody is right.

It means that nobody is labeled.

And nobody identifies.

It means that nobody is excluded.

And nobody is unique.

It means that nobody not united is strong

And nobody not divided is weak.


It means the pretty, multicolor sprinkles that taste just the same.

It means the price of tea and China wrapped in more than a metaphorical way.

It means the weight of bricks and the strength of that third piggy's home.

It means the apples and the oranges, from the same orchard grown,

And made with the same recipe:

God's hands.

His watering can.

And a seed.