No Prom Queen I have this picture in my mind ~ as I lay in my bed of comfort. Like a soldier-years gone by-the war is over.
Having flashbacks.
What happened to Vietnam? Where are all of the naked babies, covered in flies?
Where are the dead bodies, scattered, limbs askew?
Where are the exploding buildings, silent, in flames?
Did Saigon fall hard like a rock into a pool of charm and drift like an empty raft on to a shore of safety?
Or did it run away in Nikes?
I see two visions~no, three~no two~
Beer and marijuana-Hair of the dog
Shaklee vitamins-Dreams of School
Fights*Battles*Fought*Lost
LOST LOST LOST
thanks for the pic
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