Hat Secret
What a great mystery,
please be intrigue,
and open your eyes to see
it's not the hat, dress, suit
it's always what's underneath.
You must wait til, I'm done slaying,
and stop displaying for you I'll come playing.
Sorry, no sneaks or peeks.
It's not the hat, dress, or suit
it's always what's underneath.
Copyright © Barbara Green | Year Posted 2018
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