Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Empty
Empty She tried, but her arms were empty. She cried because her arms were empty. Another round with her arms empty. Cold ultrasound showed her arms, empty. Again she cried, her arms empty. Metaphorically died, her arms empty.
Hobbo's Poems 
What a sad poem
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A sad reality for some 😒
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😢😢😢
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A sad reality for some😒
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Snap. And that’s when we adopted two brothers. You can either live empty, or make life full. ❤️ And now we have 4 grandchildren!
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That is brilliant Misky. The power of being positive shines through again. Well done you!👍🙂
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🖤🖤🖤
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