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 © Matthew Herfurth | Year Posted 2024
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