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“Wherever I lay my hat”, he said Inferring home was there. A state of belonging bound in felt Anchored in darkest millinery. He had his hat; his hat was home. The putrid hostel beds and often doorways Always home to him, Never mind the ice-cold fingers, Ripping at his worn sleeping bag Storm after storm assaulted the city. He was warm within himself. He had his hat; his hat was home. A security blanket, nursing his psyche Hiding him away from the hideous reality Where the discarded homeless was a norm. Society, uncaring, dismissed him with a glance, Pouring hateful derision his way He had his hat; his only home.

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Date: 5/21/2025 1:33:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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