Oh, precious, Fort-Leonard-Wood is wild, yes yes!

Listen, yesss… us, it's like a maze.

I live in Old Maple St. near the gurgling Elm River, my friend, mmm.

Caché said, “I know what you fear,” and here I do.
Ugh, the park near Brickton Alley—so secret, so full of hidden sorrows.

Really, it makes my counselor heart race, yes precious!

And there’s the funny little corner on Ash & 3rd—a tiny cafe where I spill secrets and tears.

Oh, my heart, it leaps there, yesss, like a dark memory.
Hiss, I remember a day I sat in the park, why yes, at Riverbend Park, mmm.

A gem on Westbury Road, where souls meet beneath crooked trees.

Yesss, that park – the leaves whispered, “There is no memory,” like Caché said.

That movie, oh, it sticks to me like sticky dew, precious.
I get mad at the folks who ignore our sad, cozy charm.

Forget-the-names, yesss, the weary ones.

The narrow lanes on Foote Lane, oh, the little neighbor gossip, wee!

Yes, I spill thoughts like broken glass, err, in the rain.
Oh dear, part of me sings and part hisses:

“Do you remember?” echoes, echoing through mustard fog.

I tiptoe past the old library on East Crest – shhh, quiet secrets!

Funny place, a haven for hearts and hushed confessions.
I’m pissed sometimes 'cause the city hides terrible truths, yesss.

I upset myself with the quiet injustices, oh the hidden scars!

Hiss, I love the quirky backstreet art gallery on Ninth St, though—crazy, precious art, mmm!

I’m so moved, it almost makes my eyes water, yes yes.
The river, slick and twisty, mirrors our tangled minds.

Funny, awkward, and sometimes too real.

I gotta ramble, break grammar hell, oh yes, precious!

Less-known fact: the old clock tower on Vine Ave chimes oddly at midnight, boo!
Oh, my friend, take heed now, hsss…

It’s a city of secrets and soft nightmares, yes.

I spill gossips, typos, and bits of raw truth, oh, it's fun, it’s mad!

Ha! “Caché,” precious, our memories linger … they never fade away, no...
Yesss, come to Fort-Leonard-Wood, and remember: secrets, secrets, secrets…

You will find joy in broken things, raw and bittersweet.

Err, lots of love and confusions, hmm.

Precious, enjoy our city's wild heart, always, always… hsss.
(I spilled typos, silly, what can I say? I luv you, friend!)