of Aberlour.
The man who lives behind the blue door has another door
In another blue color
He likes blue
The woman behind the white door has no number
But she keeps flowers
In a wooden tub
She likes flowers
of Aberlour.
The man who lives behind the blue door has another door
In another blue color
He likes blue
The woman behind the white door has no number
But she keeps flowers
In a wooden tub
She likes flowers
I like your poem about those Georgian (?) doors.
Thanks for knocking on my doors Isa.
I found the doors here in Scotland:
https://www.google.dk/maps/@57.4699971,-3.2264904,3a,50.6y,332.58h,90.82t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sjqTPR964vZkuI6wUqmYY6w!2e0!7i13312!8i6656
It’s many doors for a little house.