Saigon Bound

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Saigon Bound

We were headed for Saigon again
Like kids, only better,
What we brought along was a dream
A living dream dancing among our boyhood grins
Oh yes we were young again in the midst of Saigon
When my buddy closed his eyes and his dream closed hers
They rocked like souls in the atmosphere
I cried I cried all the tears of joy rendered
My buddy was happy again
Oh the beauty of wonder!

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Saigon is referred to when I smoke with Ken. It's not cigarettes! Thanks Jacob!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a very moving write, Al...

j.