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Spectrum

Our lives are a bit like a rainbow, the colours change as we grow old, We reach violet last, all the shades have now passed so we die, and then turn into gold.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 3/20/2019 5:03:00 PM
Oh nice! and turning into gold :)
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Date: 3/20/2019 12:00:00 PM
I hope I've still got a few more shades to go before I pop my clogs Mr Viv:-)hugs Jan xx
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