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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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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

From Rags to Riches



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