We kept a space in our minds.

Something about hats.

Someone stole my mackerel.

I kept him in my bed.

I hardly knew him really, 

or even in pretend.

He liked me quite a little bit,

but went off me by the end.

Well actually

it wasn't just me

he went off.

Author's Note

Iron your hats properly.

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[little ken]

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