Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The Sandman
The Sandman
Every day, there are magical moments
when the hour, the minute and second hands
on all types of clocks, all over the world
hide behind each other and time stands
still, our planet holds its breath,
nothing moves, nothing breathes, nothing can.
These are our moments of mystery,
owned only by me, God and the Sandman.
Hobbo's Poems 
I bow to you oh Wizard of Pause (and Dauphy, Wizard of Paws)
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🤣 Laughing out loud again. I love your puns.
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😊👍
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Beautiful: moments to treasure!
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👍
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If I believed in ghosts and general bump.bump.spookiness, which I don’t, I’d be whimpering “holy crapoli” under my breath.
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Oh. Heck. I forgot the laugh thingy. 😂😂
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😂 We mustn’t forget the thingy!
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😂 Batman would’ve love that one!
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Did Mrs H train that Robin, too? 🤣
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Absolutely, anything loud is trained by Mrs H. Think drug-crazed rapper meets Belfast foghorn 😂
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So no future need for a hearing aid then. 😆
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Oh, that could be the problem. I will try turning them down!😂
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😂😂😂😂
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😊
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🤣😂🤣
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Time standing still, just for a moment, is perfect.
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👍…and twenty four times a day, think of that!
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Sensational Hobbo!
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Thank you!
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