Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
It’s here!
It's here! Squirrels, squirreling, leaves are leaving, glades are fading, shades are shading. Mist is misting, rain is raining, all is all-in, Fall is falling.
Hobbo's Poems 
😂 love it!!!
And have you seen those gloaming gnomes, homing in their little homes? And the dozers all in doze
while the streams are flowing floes.
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😊 Thank you, and I love your ripostes.
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Autumn is poetic! Squirreling, never heard that word but I love it. Perfect description of my brain!
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😂 Squirreling usually means hoarding something, you would say, “She squirreled it away.” I think it’s because that is what squirrels do with their nuts, squirrel them away for the winter.
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Still a good description of my brain, I sometimes go nuts! 😀
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