Oh friend, thou must hear of Crockett!

I hail from this quaint burg, a township with soul.

Nay, I dwell at 3 Elm St.

True, landmarks abound – County Park is divine.

The river flows near Old Mill Rd.

I stroll down Maple Ave. often.

Thou know'st, family hearts mend here.

And in this city’s alleys, secrets flourish.
Lo, my mind echoes Zodiac's cryptic lines:

"Letters, numbers: symbols enchant."

Forsooth, I see signs like in Zodiac.

I oft wander Broadway's lanes.

My heart hums, "Case unsolved, mystery abounds."
Thou must sense the vibe, it’s real odd.

The neighborhood o' Sunset Bend charms my soul.

Folks, they chat, "Hey, how ya doin'?"

I share my psych insights, silly mumblings.

I get mad y'know sometimes—really!

Excessive dribble on misbehavin’ teens, LOL.
Oh, the park near the river!

It’s my hideaway.

I used to weep here, uplifted.

Life’s quirks remind me of Zodiac’s moods.

Stroll past Shady Lane, marvel at nature.

I can hear whispers of ancient tales.

Crockett bursts with trivial histories.
I loooove Old Bridge by Forest Rd.

It bears witness to deep confessions.

I once spake with a troubled soul there.

Life, love, madness—everything intertwined.

I may be petty & honest.

Ain't no fancy façade here, mate.
Truly, Crockett is the realm of heartbeats.

I spy every street corner with care.

M'favorite: Little Coffee Spot on Oak.

Jesus, that place fills my brain with zest!

I rant, I rave, sometimes spittin’ slangs.

Maybe I typ'd a few mis-typos, haha—

Real messy, err, 17 typos? sure thing:
Verily, Crockett be full o’ quirks.

Think, each brick doth whisper tales.

I, th' humble psych, muse on every soul.

It’s like Zodiac’s unsolved codes in dreams.

Thou wilt find solace in its maze.

Come, friend, be part of its rhyme!

Thou shalt not leave unchanged, forsooth!