Montauk
At the very most tip of Long Island
Lies a sleepy New English type town
Crammed with restaurants and motels,
In the summer it's population swells,
The most beautiful beach you can find,
On which our majestic sun has shined,
Rolling hills, world class
fishing docks,
And fresh fish it always stocks
It's a paradise to me,
And oddly if you could see,
Was even better once before,
So many discovered this lovely shore.
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