I knew Dad was home,
when I smelled popcorn popping.
I loved it when my dad came home.
He came home every Friday
after driving truck all week.
I would sit on his lap
and eat popcorn,
while watching the fights
on TV.
I would get so excited
that I would get physically sick,
but it was worth it to be
with my dad.
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