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--- For Jennifer Lopez In your underwear photo You affect the human subconscious. Your body is like an ancient hourglass, And you — a modern lady, Time itself grows old, but you do not. Your body is like an hourglass, You have as many admirers as grains of sand. Your body is like an hourglass, The pulse of those who love you Is measured by their wristwatches. Your body is like an hourglass, Wall clocks have grown old, Now the hands of those clocks Are like old men walking on three legs. You are also like wine — As the years pass, your quality increases, And you drive people crazy. Your voice, however, Is melodious like the sound of a clock. ---
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 12:53 AM UTC
For Jennifer Lopez
--- For Jennifer Lopez In your underwear photo You affect the human subconscious. Your body is like an ancient hourglass, And you — a modern lady, Time itself grows old, but you do not. Your body is like an hourglass, You have as many admirers as grains of sand. Your body is like an hourglass, The pulse of those who love you Is measured by their wristwatches. Your body is like an hourglass, Wall clocks have grown old, Now the hands of those clocks Are like old men walking on three legs. You are also like wine — As the years pass, your quality increases, And you drive people crazy. Your voice, however, Is melodious like the sound of a clock. ---
Jennifer Lopez
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 12:53 AM UTC
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