Hat Stand

Hat Stand

I call my oak hat stand who 
I don’t hang hats on 
Mr Admiral Confused and also 
Not Able to 
Think With Clarity. The east corner of 
my bedroom was where my 
old hat stand allegedly
beat up the 
old pedestal fan.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024



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