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Aug 3
Unconditional
That's his love for me.
He loves to go on long walks.
Chasing squirrels up a tree.
He loves his treats that come in the mail.
He jumps for joy every time.
He loves the butterflies in the garden.
There's a hill he loves to climb.
In short, he's my best friend.
He brings out the best in me.
He's there when I need a shoulder.
A greater love there can't be.
Written by
Lynn Stillman  61/F/Auburn, California
(61/F/Auburn, California)   
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