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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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The Individual

The arrow is swift through the
heart, and the blood upon the
ground is proof of the bowman’s
art.

Lie he dead here on the battlefield
of life, lost to an arrow of
time’s unforgiving strife.

Death be the reward at the end
for his struggle and pain.
A tear need not be shed,
for regrets he had none
to sustain.

Rejoice for he lived.
Cry not, for he has passed on.

Say often his name…
and forever he will remain.
The mold has been broken,
never again will there be
another exactly the same...

The Individual.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright2002








The Individual


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