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Witches Are Bitches Eleven'th Hourglass Figure
Stands an army at attention
By her commands---
disperses! from the room
doom doom
doom doom
Narrow-minded, its
pursuits n purposes
Uncouth, she wildly waves a broom
accompanied by such ill-conceived
verses zealously spelling out our doom
in jealous spells quite hellish
Final sands trickling from her
eleventh hourglass figure
the ego driven desperately relish
Can't take back a single minute
nor a second life of youth
No matter how hard you try
age is indefatigable Truth
CLAP! CLAP!
I clap my hands
TAP! TAP!
Click my ruby reds
And as your armies halt
in their tracks, turn their heads
---I, Dorothy from the sky
smacks your bitch up
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