Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Reflections
Reflections Who's this old guy in the glass Mirroring me, bold as brass? Where did that young feller go, The one who could never say no? And the boy with a head full of dreams, A long distant memory it seems. Would I swap all, and do it again? No, not while my memories remain.
Hobbo's Poems 
Life itself is aParallax error ! Well written Hobbo 👍🤝
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Thank you Srikanth!
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A nice conclusion!
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Thanks, it’s a reflection of how I feel!
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Indeed! That last line really makes me stop and think.
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Thank you. I like a little sharp edge sometimes!
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So true!
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😊
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did you wake up in the wrong house again?
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😂
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I agree!
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👍😊
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Reflection on one’s reflection. This is why I don’t regularly look in the mirror.
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Ah, but you don’t need to shave every day!
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Thank goodness, not yet. Though some of those awkward hairs do seem to be experiencing the only growth spurt around here. 😂
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😂
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❤️ Love this one Hobbo
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Thank you!
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Beautiful 🖤
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Thank you!
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You’re always welcome my friend 🖤
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😊
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