The Island


A beautiful island with planes in the sky
The place where the soaring Blue Angels fly
A place with all smiles, and no one cries
Negativity is on low, and positivity on high
Cold beverages everywhere with tasty shrimp
Beach balls on poles, as big as blimps
Mingling with locals and playing putt putt
Standing on the boardwalk, watching the ladies strut
A place like this is full of good vibes
Watching boats on the water, enjoying their ride
There are nice attractions like hotels
People selling jewelry and collecting seashells
You won't find a place like Pensacola Beach
Or a relaxing relief like Gulf Breeze
Everyone should put their toes in the sand
Come enjoy this relaxing oasis
That is called the Island

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