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Just, A Little Air
Author: ShyHeart

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Drove into the gas station, got some gas, saw this homeless person,
Sitting by the air compressor, his pack at his feet, his bicycle had one tire
Going low, needed some free air. I paid my bill, drove over and parked beside
Him, said good morning, Sir. He smiled, why do you call me Sir?

I said, I seek your wisdom, how do you survive, in a few days, I'll be at your side
He smiled, you to? I said, me to. Then he said, once, I was like you, had
Everything, now I pray, for some free air for my bicycle tire, perhaps, someone
Will air up their tires and leave enough for my bicyle tire.

Our words were short, but, full of meaning and as I rose up, I reached for his
Hand, all he said was, I understand, I put fifty cents into the meter and said,
Air up your tire and remember me, I'll see you in a few days, he said thank you
Aired up his tire, put on his pack and headed off to no where. All he needed, was

Just, A Little Air

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