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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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Courage, Loyalty, Audacity, Leadership.
Spartacus be his name. Slave, and
Gladiator was his inherited game.  

All of Rome trembled at hearing of his fame,
for they feared he could not be caught or

Battle after battle Spartacus won, and the
blood of Romans red did run.

But in the end, out numbered three to one,
Spartacus feel to his enemy's sword and
The great slave rebellion was over and done.
His body was never found, but his name
lives on in history unbound.

Along the Appian Way from Capus to Rome,
loud cries ring out from the haunting
voices of the six thousand crucified.
Spartacus! Spartacus! Where art thou?
Slaves they had been. Warriors they became!
All to die in the glory of Spartacus' name.

Jackie R. Kays

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