I have an iPad mini, Maybe for almost a year.
I can't remember when I got it, no upgrade I fear.
One day I went to get some coffee
and was locking up my bike
when my mini falls to the concrete
the cracks were quite a sight!
I could still use it
Played fruit ninja with no cuts
But I swore to be more careful
In case I ran out of luck
Then comes February cold as ice
To the mall with my mom for a spell
What a great birthday present
that it didn't break the second time it fell
And now here I am at the end of February
I cannot charge my device
it was not the Mini that is the problem
It's the cord end to be precise
Yup, I really had to write a poem on the chronicles of my mini. I was going to just have a sad post about how I can't use some of the apps and how it was a big productivity tool, which it is, but I decided you should have a poem as well.
I'll hopefully have a new cord within a month or two. Until then, my iPod will have to suffice for my tiny productivity device.
With love,
Alexandria
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