Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Contentment
Contentment Whilst I'm usually okay in the skin I am in, I sometimes reflect on the years I was thin. When I had my own teeth and I still had some hair, my memory was good, I could quote from Voltaire. Many winters older and folk look at me like I'm stuck to their shoe or I fell from a tree. I am pleased that my missus has aged a bit too, I'm the house red and she's the grand cru.
Hobbo's Poems 
We all age. Some like wine. Some like bread. LOL This year, I have done the bread thing. But you watch! Next year I’m gonna bake me a new loaf.
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And your new loaf will rise delightfully!
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Yes. I’ve got post-it notes everywhere reminding me about the yeast. 🙂
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LOL. Very important!
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Lovely… grand cru, I like that
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Thank you!
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