There once was an omen portentous.
For a teenage boy, most momentous.
He put on his glove,
And he smiled, sort of.
"My palms have gotten tomentous."
There once was an omen portentous.
For a teenage boy, most momentous.
He put on his glove,
And he smiled, sort of.
"My palms have gotten tomentous."
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