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What does a Rainbow look like to you !

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It is about how Rainbows may look different to others I mean the Rainbow may not all ways be the colors Red,Orange,Yellow,Green,Blue,Indigo,Purple that can be the color some people see but it may not be the color other people see what if they saw the Rainbow as different shades of black or gray or what if they saw it in shades of green or pink or any color or what if some one out in this world could not see one at all . Read more about the RainbowAll Rights Reserved

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The color of the Rainbow to me !
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