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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 Sandman

When evening shadows fall,
and twilight shortly lingers,
loneliness makes its first call
as moon beams dance on the
garden wall.

The crickets play their little violins,
inviting the whippoorwill to joins in.
Together they make the music
that so right, as the night birds
make their first flight.

The lonely spotted moth searches
for a mate, as the morning glories
quietly sleep on the garden gate.

All is right on this warm summer night,
as the sandman scurries about putting
children to sleep with sweet dreams of
a tomorrow so bright.

Jackie R. kays
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The Sandman


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