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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?


When is it all going to end?


Just Let It Be

La Vie en Rose

Heads in the Sand?

If I've Learned Anything!

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Courage, Loyalty, Audacity, Leadership.
Spartacus be his name. Slave, and
Gladiator was his inherited game.  

All of Rome trembled at hearing of his fame,
for they feared he could not be caught or

Battle after battle Spartacus won, and the
blood of Romans red did run.

But in the end, out numbered three to one,
Spartacus feel to his enemy's sword and
The great slave rebellion was over and done.
His body was never found, but his name
lives on in history unbound.

Along the Appian Way from Capus to Rome,
loud cries ring out from the haunting
voices of the six thousand crucified.
Spartacus! Spartacus! Where art thou?
Slaves they had been. Warriors they became!
All to die in the glory of Spartacus' name.

Jackie R. Kays

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