We spent a week
\nAt Dildo Run,
\nAnd everyday
\nThere was much sun.<\/p>\n
The water was cold
\nFrigid but clear
\nAnd wherever we turned,
\nThere was an old fishing pier.<\/p>\n
There were animals on the ground
\nAnd birds in the sky
\nBut unfortunately this was
\nA favorite spot of the fly.<\/p>\n
There were broken houses
\nLying in a heap
\nBut there was pretty sea glass
\nSea glass to keep.<\/p>\n
The cliffs might be steep
\nAnd the beaches few
\nBut I love this place
\nI really do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We spent a week At Dildo Run, And everyday There was much sun. The water was cold Frigid but clear And wherever we turned, There was an old fishing pier. There were animals on the ground And birds in the sky But unfortunately this was A favorite spot of the fly. There were broken houses … Continue reading A Poem About Twillingate<\/span>