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I AM AN AMERICAN

In the Eye of the Tiger

A Conversation between My Cat and Dog

If, I Had It All To Do Over!

Twilight Honor



A Portrait of my Life

Fifty Years of Tears

Eternal Rest

Do You Remember When?

Mirrow Reflctions

Who Knew?

"Jack Who?"

Ain't That a Shame?

Hopefully, They will Say...

Does It Matter?

Love Found

Who Knew?

My Little Dog named-Art

Yesterday's Autumn

A Bowl of Cheers?

I Say!

My Quest

Near Miss

Dreams of Yesterday

Do You Remember?

Ten

When is it all going to end?

Sleep

Just Let It Be

La Vie en Rose

Heads in the Sand?

If I've Learned Anything!

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Little Junnie Fay

Across the valley, near the top of a
wind swept slop, stands a gray hair
old man of seventy, trying to cope.

He places a bouquet of yellow
flowers on the tiny stone.

Tears that had been held back for years,
flooded down his face as he bent on one
knee and read the faded script on the
small head stone:

"Little Junnie Fay"
    1933-1936

He wrestles with thoughts from a time long passed.
He wishes he could remember her tender face at last.
But when the Angels took her away, he was only three
years old.

She is his twin sister…
God bless her little soul.


Jackie Ray Kays

Copyright…2002



 





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