I Miss my Hat-Kelsey

I miss my hat. The splashes of orange, green, and white. Oh how I really miss my hat with its so soft insides. Its cuddly insides. How I really really miss my hat. It covered my ears with warm hugs in the cold of London and Belfast. Too bad it died on the train ride into Dublin. My ears so cold, so lost, so lonely. Oh how I really, really, really miss my hat. Its fluff ball almost the size of my head flapping and flopping in the wind. How I really, really, really, really miss my favorite winter hat.