.It used to be a motel
Now they serve biscuits and t-shirts
I bring my own tea bag
I don't trust the coffee
But the biscuits are delicious
They come eight to a plate with a big block of butter>
and homemade peach preserves
And I wish you were here, my arrogant lover.
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