The hats we wear are many
some not worth a penny, some sweet as honey,
some spreading smiles, some covering stormy miles,
The hats we wear are many
Other night,
wind and lust conspired
taking the dear one down the drain
breeze and silence whispered
initially telling my dear one's pain
and then,
signaling a new start, knowing your craft
wishing you luck, bags of luck
Friend remember, the hat we wear are many
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