Apr 052014
 

There was a man named George Fair
He was black, I was white
He helped me out when I was a lost college kid
Back in Gainesville
He was a grassroots preacher
Could not read much but memorized the bible
He rescued me when my car broke down
We drank coffee with me down at the Trailways Bus Station
The only place integrated where we could do that
He lived in a shack behind his auto parts junk yard
Kept a goat tied behind his shack
He was an angel though I did not realize it
I wish I could talk with him now

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