Once upon a time there was a hat
which looked quite odd and drew stares
from passers by. But it did not care.
It walked the country lanes and tipped
itself to dog-walkers and tractor-drivers.
It skipped merrily through crowded city streets.
One day the hat bumped into
some hair which also looked odd.
We are the same shape, said the hair.
How peculiar, said the hat.
It was getting late in the day.
Will you walk home with me? asked the hat
because it was easy to ask.
And they lived happily ever after
despite the uncertainty and sadness
that came with needing someone so badly.
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