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Oct 2018
My grandpa wore a straw hat.
The edges were jagged like split ends,
And the top was flat.

It never matched his shirt,
And always rested too low on his face.
Written by
Daniel Sanchez  24/M/Chicago
(24/M/Chicago)   
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