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He loved to hunt in his younger days
and just be with nature,
but as he grew older found other ways
in him a yearning would stir.
He also loved to bowl
he was quite the kingpin,
but again age took its toll
and growing tired grew within.
But he was never too tired to hold me
in his arms my big strong man,
and from now on in my poetry
i'll pay tribute the best i can.
I don't think i know
that he walked on water everyday,
oh how he touched me so
he had the most loving&magical way.
Excuse me if what i write
comes out wrong somehow,
it's hard to see even in black and white
thru tears that are constant now.
He'll always be my great white hunter
for he hunted me down with his heart,
and also my kingpin forever
he bowled me over from the start!
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