On Balmoral Avenue, where life moves fast,
A new winter's chill, a shadow cast.
A strain unseen, a threat to come,
The streets grow tense as fears are numb.
Yet there he walks, in casual grace,
A mask on his chin, not in place.
It hangs there low, a classic style,
As if the risk can be defiled.
The world grows cautious, yet he’s free,
Unmoved by warnings, wild with glee.
Through Springvale’s hum, his steps unfold,
A modern tale, both new and old.
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