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Frozone

There once was a guy named Alex,
Cooler than most ever knew--
Not in the “nice pair of sneakers” way,
But literally frost-on-your-shoes cool.

One day he stretched out his hand
And the air began turning to ice,
A shimmer, a sparkle, a whooshing sound--
Like winter had rolled the dice.

He skated across the sidewalk,
Leaving trails of glittering blue,
Shouting, “Honey! Where’s my super suit?”
(Though he lived alone… awkward, but true.)

Neighbors stared in amazement
As he zipped through town with ease,
Freezing lemonade by accident
And occasionally… the trees.

But Alex took on the mantle--
Hero of chill and glide--
Stopping fires, cooling tempers,
Saving cats with a frosty slide.

Now legends swirl around him
Like snowflakes in the air,
Of the guy who became Frozone
With impeccable icy flair.
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So if you feel a sudden breeze
That tingles down to the bone--
Relax. It’s just Alex zooming by,
The one they call… Frozone.