Where the Shrewsbury runs down to the star-lit Sea Bright bar,
There lives a lady, Annap is her name.
The matron of fine music, folk come from near and far
To celebrate in song at this lovely house of fame.

Could someone put line breaks in the above verse. Please add to it. It will be our January song. [done, S of DT]

I'll do everything I can to make it. Any 'catters twix OK and NJ who care to put up a lonesome traveler & his guitar on pilgrimage to the gazebo on the river?