Henry is
my brother, kindred soul
a saint
picked him up
from streets of L.A.
when
down and out
tossed away
disappeared
I kissed him hope
touched him love
bathed him pride
whispered faith, in him, in me, in God
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Henry is
my brother, kindred soul
a saint
picked him up
from streets of L.A.
when
down and out
tossed away
disappeared
I kissed him hope
touched him love
bathed him pride
whispered faith, in him, in me, in God
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