Old Buildings
A sunny Sunday afternoon
The daffodils are sprouting
You and I walk hand in hand
Antiquing and just browsing
We're looking for a wooden tray
Not sure just how we'll use it
But like my bluebird's tender love
I'd never want to lose it
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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