Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
All roads lead to Russia
All roads lead to Russia
The cul-de-sac which I call home
At one time would lead me to Rome,
I do not know when, why or how,
That same road, now goes to Moscow.
To be read with an American accent?
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The change is either metaphoric or meteoric!
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🤣 Perhaps it’s both!
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it gives a new meaning, Hobbo, to that Robert Frost poem: ‘tow roads diverged in a yellow wood’ —
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👍 Yes, very good John. 🙂
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I’m Indian
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You know, the Russians, many who lived in the former Soviet Union, know exactly what’s happening in America. Many probably wonder what are we thinking allowing Marxism here. It’s like, some might think, that we love giving our freedoms away, or we’re just plain stup#d.
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