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I loved

I loved,

I loved when He would laugh.
I loved His warm bear hugs.
I loved when He picked me up from school.
Asking if I had a good day.

I loved when He would make burgers for us.
I loved His white truck, smelling of sawdust and dirt.

I loved when He went hunting…

But what I do not love,
Is that He isn’t here anymore.

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