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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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In a Nut Shell

The young days were slow and fine.
The middle time was like a sweet poetic rhyme.
The old days were like expensive wine,
sweet, cool and divine.

But, now all the sand in the hourglass
has sifted to the bottom at last and no
longer can I identify the reflection in
the mirrored glass.

Now it’s sad for me to say,
" Great fun its been…
but ashes to ashes,
dust in the wind
I will never, ever
pass this way again."

Jackie R. Kays

In a Nut Shell



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