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The Secret Life Of A Hat

Kept painful sun off head.
Shaped for comfort, fit and cool.
Tipped slightly crooked for a time.
There the cause grows weary at the edges.
Chewed on. Left hung on hook near door,
more access and ready.
Stepped on when?
Steady warmth noir. Bought and set for effect too.
A Mercurial attachment.
The Hector brim or

Slim, close around the rim of it.
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