Some folks can wear hats and some can't. My pal, Harry, wears 'em like they're meant to be worn. He was born wearing a hat. Me? Just can't pull it off. I'm just no good at it. I'm a fraud in whatever chapeau I put on my head. I love hats, too. I buy them with every intention of changing my life.
One of the reasons I keep up this dumb blog is to put hats on my head. Sometimes I put 'em on other people's heads, too.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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