Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
In praise of small
In praise of small A bigger house is more to clean. A bigger car, not very green. Bigger family, excess hurry. Bigger finance, more to worry. Bigger lands, more to plough. Bigger countries, more to row. Bigger egos, higher fall, so I favour being small. Why for small do I conclude? Not that reason, don't be rude!
Hobbo's Poems 
As some wise French lad sang in Les Mis “a flea can bite the bottom of the Pope in Rome”. 🙂
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👍 Gavroche, I think!
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That ending, ha!
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😊 Thanks!
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So much wisdom in this. And a bit of a chuckle too. 🙂
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Thank you Diane.💖
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The thought never crossed my mind until you brought it up. 😂😂
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😂 Naughty!
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😂😂
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Ha, junk that’s small is easier to haul, or so I imagine.
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😂😂 haha!
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The more I read,
The less I greed,
In praise of Small,
Shall change my Call🙂
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🤣 hehehe!
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