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May 2023
in white, red, tan, gold
and black. He wears them dusk
till dawn. As he takes one off he
puts another on. Some are

wool. Some are cotton. Some linen,
some leather. Some with earflaps for
cold weather. Some have bands and
some feathers. For every day

its polyester. He's a cowboy,
and a soldier. He's a sailor and
a jester. He’s a baseball player
and cop. He wears a cap with his high-

top. A Fedora, Tam-O’-Shanter, Porkpie
or a Boonie.The grey felt makes him look
like George Clooney. In the evening, a
Night Cap. He changes hats in a snap.
sandra wyllie
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