A hat is what I am
A tool to be used
For protection and such
Only when wanted
Until forgotten
In a empty box
Full of lockes
Until the end
Of such luck
Has gone to dust
With only rust
To fill up crust
Of only dirt
Ready to burst
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The Writer's World
PoesiaThis book is about my poems that I have done Throughout my whole life, My first poem is how I got into poetry. Please, and thank you for giving this book a try.🙂
