The Low-Riding Bark Brigade
At the edge of the marsh where the river wind sings,Two little Corgis do marvelous things.Cody, the brown one, bold with his disc,Chases the air like he’s chasing a wish. Molly, in black, with a white tufted snout,Finds joy in the sticks that the trees toss about.She trots with a pride that’s calm and complete,A […]
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