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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?

Untitled

Disrespect?

'OH! My,my,my!"

Warriors

Disrespect!

Beware!

Untitled

Forgive and Forget?

So Why Should I?

Fifty Years Later

All in a DAY

A Warrior's Soul

"Good Life"

"If"

My Only Son

GONE!

"American Pie"

War is Hell!

Daream Catcher

Time is a Thief!

Ode to T/Sgt. Glenn Wilson

Never To Late!

CHANGE

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Sing not to me the songs of today,
but hum softly the rhymes of yesterday.
When life was slow as the low river run,
in the hot days of the August sun.

Let me slip back across that timeline into
yesteryear, where I was but a young lad
and they were happy day and seldom
sad.

When laughter and friendship,
was the mark of the times,
and life itself seem to always
rhyme.

To a place so dear to my soul,
and to the people, for whom
the bells will always toll.

A place from where,
I never again would
roam.
This place I call...
Home.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002








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