yes, i remember fondly my first hat white straw with strap on chin and blue ribbon with lacy gloves on church bench there i sat clean folded hankie was Easter sermon.
my father had lieutenant’s naval cap we played with it as kids in neighborhood whoever wore the hat commanded map and others followed orders as they should.
now that i’m older, friends go out in style we dress in purple bling, red hats feathered when we appear, we usually bring a smile we laugh and learn to love life well-weathered.
reveal under my hat, mind’s mystery read thoughts at blog: mad hatter poetry!
a poem in my pocket 
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