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i looked him in his eyes

he looked back

he took me in his arms

spinned me till i got dizzy



i stayed in his home

played with his kids



i lauphed when he lauphed

i held his hand as he took me around the store

i loved him like i loved my dad



and then he left

so when i was over his house he would never be there

i thought he didn't like me anymore

i cryed and cryed wishin he would come back



so sad that my uncle was dead