Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Predictive Text
Predictive Text
I wrong this poet on me phone
With the aim of predictable sex
It worms in ounce by itself
Knots who to tyre next.
Predictive Text
I wrong this poet on me phone
With the aim of predictable sex
It worms in ounce by itself
Knots who to tyre next.
Sounds like a clouster duck!
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😂😂
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Oh yes, the joys of predictive texts… or try dictating your poem in English while having you keyboard language set to another language!😂
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Yes, that’s a good one as well!
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Dauph, Hobb, and Smellcheck. A winter constipation.
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An excellent response!
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Love it!
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Thanks Ulle!
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Yes! I’ve thought to just let it write things for me, but complete control causes some questionable words…
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It sure does!
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Don’t mind the predicting it’s the insisting that irks me. Leave me to my made up words. 😉 chuckling
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😂Insistent text, I like that!
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