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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Hat!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hats of a man may be many</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the course of a varied career,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some have been worth not a penny</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some have been devilish dear;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there's one hat I always remember<br>When sitting alone by the fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the depth of a Northern November,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because it fulfilled my desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was old, it was ragged and rotten</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And many years out of mode,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a thing that a tramp had forgotten</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And left at the side of a road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boughs of the mulga had torn it,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's ribbon was naught but lace,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And old swaggie would not have worn it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without a sad smile on his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When I took off the hat to the ladies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was rather with sorrow than swank,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And often I wished it in Hades<br>When the gesture drew only a blank;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But for swatting a fly on the tucker</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or lifting a quart from the fire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or belting the ribs of a bucker</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was all that a man could desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When it ought to have gone to the cleaner's</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(And stayed there, as somebody said!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was handy for flogging the weaners</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the drafting-yard into the shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oft it has served as a dish for</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A kelpie in need of a drink;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was all that a fellow could wish for</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In many more ways than you'd think.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was spotted and stained by the weather,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was more than one hole in the crown,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it made little difference whether</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rim was turned up or turned down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It kept out the rain (in a fashion)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And kept off the sun (more or less),</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bt it merely comanded compassion</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Considered as part of one's dress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though it wasn't a hat you would bolt with</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or be anxious to borrow or hire,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was useful to blindfold a colt with</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or handle a bit of barbed wire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the world may have thought it improper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To wear such old rubbish as that,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd have scorned the best London-made topper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In exchange for my old battered hat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Ogilvie">William Henry Ogilvie</a><div class=q>
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In the course of a varied career,

And some have been worth not a penny

And some have been devilish dear;

But there's one hat I always remember
When sitting alone by the fire.

In the depth of a Northern November,
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