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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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My Reality

In Nineteen Forty Three, I peered into a
stone well and from the dark water, upon
my young eyes a  strange reflection fell.
An old gray haired man stared back at me.
I was a boy of ten, he was at least seventy-three.

Today, after all these years,
the reflection from that dark
well returned again, as I
peered into the mirror on
the wall, the realization of
that reflection from years
ago has suddenly become…
my reality.

Jackie R. Kays

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