What Is It
What is it?
I see it, hanging there
On the wall not even fall
Black in colour, small sized, round shaped
For a while through days
I thought it isn’t me thinking
That her style isn’t hers
I chose between curvy streets
Huge and noisy
A thing she may love
Thinly and tinny
Amazing hat.
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