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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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The Forties and Fifties in Old Sedalia Town

Those were the days my friend!
We thought they would never end.
Now they are only ghostly refections of our youthful
past, but are golden memories that forever will last.

Like rushing water to the sea,
our youth has quickly faded
from life’s bright marquee.

No more Tiger ball games. No more swimming holes,
fishing poles, hide and seek, late night
walks in Liberty park or stolen kisses in
the dark.

No more magical days in black and orange
poodle skirts with brown and white loafers.
No more Letter Sweaters or Prom chauffeurs.

No more circles around the old
"Wheel Inn." Those were the days...
now long gone around the bend.

But, Old Smith-Cotton still stands,
and the Class of 51 still hold hands.

We were young and dangerously bold…
those days have melted into
memories of pure teenage gold.
Those were the days my friend!

Jackie R. Kays

The Forties and Fifties in Old Sedalia Town



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