Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Toes
Toes I'm lying on the sofa Looking at my toes, Marveling, how they've kept pace With how my body grows. My toes, if they'd been lazy And taken life with ease, Why, then the little fellers, Would stick out of my knees.
Hobbo's Poems 
would not be a good look, Hobbo; lucky you kept active then 🙂
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Dauphy to thank for that! 🙂
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good old Dauphy; Dauphy comes to the fore gain 🙂
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LOL. Love it. Such obliging little fellers. 😀
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Thanks! We’d be lost without them.
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😊
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We’d be a bit off balance without them. 😁
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Couldn’t toe the line.🙂
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Love it! Kept peace with my body grows. That is so smart. Always thought that they like to be ahead!
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😂 Thanks!
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Hm. That makes it sound like the legs are the ones that are lazy.
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Hmmm…
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hehe
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