An hour glass figure she had,
With each curve in its proper place,
And beguiling many a lad,
She mastered the art of the chase.
Yes, with her hourglass and sands,
She’d run forever would this flirt,
And on her lover’s - what demands!
She couldn’t care less who she hurt.
For she never did understand,
Choosing only to see the glass,
And with nothing but shallow sand,
Her hour came quickly to pass.
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