I Love Corgis!

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As you know, I am enrolled in Poetry 101. It’s been a challenge (that means you, odes), but I have enjoyed it. Thursday I did a limerick (if you want to read it, it’s my last post) about my disdain of math. It was so much fun! Because of that, I have decided to write another couple.

My pooch’s name is Maggie.

She often gets shaggy.

Still, she looks so pretty, but

My dad calls her Haggie.

We also have Wayne.

To walk is really a strain.

My sister got him dog grip socks,

But too bad he can’t use a cane.


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My involvement with Free Wheelchair Mission (a Christian charity that provides the disabled in developing countries with wheelchairs) has made me realize that though I live in the United States, and the people they help are most likely poor, we have a lot in common. Our transportation, for instance. I could not imagine life without a wheelchair. I have not had to crawl on the ground or lived life stuck in bed. We have many differences—our skin’s hue, for instance—but there are four things that bind us together: Our wheels.