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Just Let It Be

La Vie en Rose

Heads in the Sand?

If I've Learned Anything!

Silver Bullet

The Path We Choose

A Soldier's Integrity

What is that Sound?

Back in the 50's Tonight!

A Red Rose

Golden as Gold can Be!

Robin Fly Away

You See!

The Demise of the Old Cowboy

What Will I Miss?

Ode to Christian "Kiki" Fenot

Bobby and Me

The Highwayman

*Let My Spirit Soar*

C'est La Vie

Les feuilles mortes

Before Destiny takes me!

The Hanging Tree

Lost in Time

The Golden Years?

Beyond The Shadows

A Soilder

Ode to an Old Cowboy Poet named....Jack

Our Flag!

Come on Down!

For The Principles of the Red White and Blue

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The Day the Poetry Stopped

The day the poetry stopped.
All the people listened, but
no longer the rhymes flowed.
The old poet sang his last
song of poetry from his
dying soul.

Only to be heard again,
when others recite.
That’s the fate of the dead
poet and his poetry rhymes
born in the middle of the
waking night.

Strange as it may seem,
his soul smiles with
shining gleam.
For now his poetry is recited
beyond his wildest dreams.  

Jackie R. Kays

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