How Perfectly Fitting
It sure was grand I must admit
I'll always think the perfect fit
Was Bluebird and the Troubadour
Tracing fingers, red guitar
Penny, Phil
Brooke and John
Anne and Gilbert
Elsa, Tom
A fire and a big snowstorm
A cozy cabin nice and warm
Paris, France and Veuve Clicquot
And someday maybe, Dos, Uno
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2025
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