by | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

Beverly’s loss was the Guide Dogs Gain
It Hides my tears and soothes my pain

This year has gone by it seemed to whiz
I’ve been helped so much by my old friend Liz

Walking along with her Guide Dog Chris
His bright shining coat is hard to miss

With All my friends to lend a hand
We’ve managed to raise our first five Grand

So make this entry in your log
We’ve managed to name our first Guide Dog

So tell your sister and tell your brother
We are well on the way to name another.


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