TWO ACES � Loyal ([email protected]) Four men at the poker table, Three men at the bar. Nita loved one of them, but always from afar. One man had three aces, another had three kings. Then there was a third man who somehow knew these things. Nita walked across the floor, and stood by her man's side. the flush he held in his hand, from her eyes, he didn't hide. The bets were made, the cards were shown. A gun was pulled, a knife was thrown. A man lay dead, another hurt. Two aces had fallen from Nita's skirt. So listen my friends and you will learn, never the love of a woman spurn. She might leave you, she might cleave to you. She might kiss you, she might cry, But, if she slips you two aces, you surely will die. This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page Free search engine submission and placement services!