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Brother David

I remember Brother David
I was a child
Barely six or seven
He used to volunteer at the mosque
He was a convert
In the early 80’s
I still remember his kind words
And his smile
Why did I like him so?
It was his kindness
Oh that kindness
In a child’s world
It’s everything
He liked me too
He called one time
Mother was at the door
Telling me to hurry
So I had to go
Then we moved
I never found Brother David again
But I will never forget him either
I remember Brother David

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