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In the Autumn of my Life

Oh! Yeasterday

Oh! Yeasterday


"Nothing is Forever!"

Today's Evil


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

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From Rags to Riches

There was an old man,
who lived in a shack,
along the railroad track.
All day long, he carried
cans in a tote on his back.

His roof was made of straw.
His wife was seven feet tall.
Ten children, they had in all.
Their old outhouse was so
it’s about to fall.

They were so poor...
that a mouse wouldn’t
dart through their door.

They lived near the river bank,
and their dinky boat sprang a
leak and sank.

They ate corn bread
and beans for breakfast,
dinner and supper too.

I’m sorry, but
that’s the very
best they could do.

But all that’s goin’to
change as soon as…
He wins  
that there…
lottery game.
Jackie R. Kays

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