It It Was a Bed and Breakfast
I spied the pretty painted lady on a summer day.
The lavenders and pinks blew my imagination away.
If this was a bed and breakfast, I would love to stay.
It is not said the owner, so please go away!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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