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The Human Torch


I am the Human Torch

I love to sit on my porch

I was born in 1939

I enjoy making vines

That is what I do in my free time

Most of them are about limes

That is why I am famous

On the Gram

I also enjoy eating clams

And my friend says bam

So I told him to scram

He threw out his shoe

So i blew

The fire from the torch

From my porch

 
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