Oak Island Beach Poetry Reading

For Oak Island Beach Poetry Reading To believe by many, I had been led, What he lived on was quite a spread; Out in spaces that were open wide Which on often. he spied and spied. Did love land right down to last piece; As length of his life did soon increase, The better he wanted his life to be Should start writing this single soliloquy. Never liked being called lunatic or leech Said sweet home was on Oak Island Beach; Longer he lived there and had been Wouldn't ever let anyone come in. Myself would have kept the whole place to; When each day ended and was finally through To God always liked saying this little prayer; Forgive me, am selfish and don't like to share. God gave him an image which was graphic; When you want to try and avoid all the traffic Causing confusion and flowers to wilt Bridge to island better not allow to be built. Jonathan Thesarious Hilarious Horn Retired Veteran