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(Do tell, do tell.) As soon as I was able to start crawling out Something grabbed hold of my ankle And, started pulling me back in I let out a shout Nooooooooooooo! But, it was so Can we ever win? (Do tell, do tell.) A predisposition to ruin Sado-Masochists We can't resist To self-inflict What are we doin'? A personal pounding Are we sick? Astounding So, we, quick! Pour out the sands of time And, we, quick! Turn it to quicksand Then, on this spot We demand to stand Of course, we ought... To get pulled right under Self-imposed blunder Will anyone look at our history book? Wow! The hour glass is empty now