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Aug 2021
It’s in the bag
A matter of fact
Stone cold sober
He realized he was in over his head
A word to the wise
You better fly straight
And never blind
Before you’re cut down to size
Time is money
Money makes the world go round
Life is short
Love is blind
Misery loves company
All is fair in love and war
Except when you’re shooting blanks
When everything is picture perfect
You just give thanks
Which is no cliche
Try to rank at the pinnacle
With a touch of class
It’s now or never
Just a matter of time
Right out of the movies
Yet truth is stranger than fiction
For the camera never lies
But watch for those who’ll drop a dime
Don’t need reason or rhyme
Unless the train has left the station
And you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed
Instead of a fish in water
Then it’s a pirate’s life for me
You can’t make this stuff up
Or you’re barking up the wrong tree
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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