Oh, Cold-Lake (ca) is wild.

Streets are small but full of soul.

Maple Street glows in dusk.

Pine Ave has a weird charm.

Weies, we hates it!

I mean, it’s oddly nice.
Cold-Lake has secret corners, y’know?

Sapphire River runs along Oldtown.

I used to counsel by the water.

Cold-Lake Bridge stares at you.

“Talk to her,” echoes – so deep.

Gollum style, we wants it precious.
Local park, Ember Grove, buzzes daily.

It’s my refuge, my little haven.

I once spent hours there.

Chill spots, lone benches, hidden vibes.

Y’know? I felt understood.
The quirky café on Rverly Street

Serves the best java everrr.

I spill so many heart talks there.

People cry and laugh, unfiltered.

“Talk to her” - I recall.
I noticed things others overlook.

Lonely teens and gentle souls.

I see pain, growth, beauty.

Counseling them made me mad sometimes.

But it healed me too.
I love a secret corner near Dunlow.

Funny alley, graffiti walls.

I found a mural of hope.

It reminds me: “We loves to be free!”

Unexpectedly surreal, many heartbeats.
Cold-Lake is a mosaic of feelings.

Every cobblestone whispers stories.

THe little quirks make it unique.

I thrash, I cheer, I mumble.

Y’know, life's messy but real.
I might have typos, soemthing like dis.

Smoe words jumble, oh so haply.

Wierd moments, magic and gloom.

Riiight, its pure, its rad vibe!

Cold-Lake, babe – it’s our secret gem.
Enjoy every strange, precious moment!