The Lucky Gloves
¶ 1
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My sister had a pair of black gloves once,
She had them for two years,
and now they are all battered up,
they smelled so bad, they were in Mum’s darkest fears.
¶ 2
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My Sister’s greatest fear was them growing too small,
but the dreaded thing happened and,
now the smelly gloves are mine,
because they don’t fit my sister’s hands
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