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How to erase history!

Seasons of my life

Why Do We Stand?

I'll Always Be There!

I Feel Just Like a Baby!

That's Life!

That's Life!

War is Hell

Oh! Where did it all go?



'OH! My,my,my!"





Forgive and Forget?

So Why Should I?

Fifty Years Later

All in a DAY

A Warrior's Soul

"Good Life"


My Only Son


"American Pie"

War is Hell!

Daream Catcher

Time is a Thief!

Ode to T/Sgt. Glenn Wilson

Never To Late!


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Tiny Beggar

Barely clothed in a small dirty dress,
her long black hair in a tangled mess.
Her tiny bare feet covered with sores.
She stood silently by the open door.

Her big brown eyes, staring at my plate.  
She was obviously in a hungered state.

She was tiny,
couldn’t have been more
than four or five.
I don’t know how she
managed to stay alive.

I motioned for here
to come to me.
She hesitated,
then slowly walked
up near my knee.

She began to pitifully beg,
in a languge that
I didn't understand.

I held out a chicken leg.
She cautiously took it from my hand.
In a flash, out the door and
down the street she ran.

A few minutes later,
as I moved down the
walk-way in the jungle heat.

I saw the little brown eyed girl,
sharing the chicken with two
other little beggars,
of the street.

That was years ago,
in a far off,
war torn place.

Yet to day,
I still recall her haunting eyes,
and pitiful hunger face.

I hope she was saved by God’s
love and tender grace.

Tiny Beggar



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