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The Lucky Gloves

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-lucky-gloves/