Musings by The Poet Loriet
Oddities
Driving through farm fields,
I smell the unmistakeable scent
of moth balls and wonder
what treasure chest of
hundred year old ball gowns
lies amidst cow patties
and forgotten cowboy dreams?
Lori Beal
I smell the unmistakeable scent
of moth balls and wonder
what treasure chest of
hundred year old ball gowns
lies amidst cow patties
and forgotten cowboy dreams?
Lori Beal
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Oddities
Oddities