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Apr 2018
You talk too much
With nothing to say
Time to put your money
Where your mouth is...cause its time to  pay

Winner taken all
Loser taking away
A lesson learned
On another judgement day
            When you find that you

You've lost too much
You lost it all
You tried raising  
One more time _ when you needed
You needed to call

Such a simple thing
When its just abstract words
But it still takes no count
Of that devil called pride

Gave it all and then
I finally folded
And hit the road
While in my head that voice
   Never stopped as it scolded

Just like me it knew
That i had held an unbeatable hand
Until fear of that devil pride
Let you slip through my fingers just like ...
       .....the finest sand

As i saw the wind scatter
All my hopes in swirling disarray
While i watch it all
Watch it all fade ...fade away

Because i talk too much
But i have nothing to say
On this ...just another judgement day,
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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