Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Bittersweet
Bittersweet I miss you so much, everywhere I turn are constant reminders; The sweet scented rose; how prickly you could be. The hourglass vase; how fragile you were. The delicate flowers; the attention you needed. The changeable weather; your capricious moods. The twinkling stars; your ability to lie. And the dog's soulful eyes; the shit that you sold me. But I still miss you.
Hobbo's Poems 
That’s love. And, according to The Beatles, it’s all you need. Pwarp pa pa paaaaa
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🤣….everybody…..
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😀
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I think this is what’s called Ying and Yang. ☯️🥰
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😂 My yinging is yangky!
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I love the prickly line. It’s worth it that sting to hold such a beautiful thing.
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A tequila slammer in a dress!
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Yowser! Reading The Hobbs is often a roller-coaster. How amusing as you craft your pieces gently, romantically, then jar us with crude scents of reality. Ah, such is life as portrayed by Hobbs. Ah, such is life.
Thanks, sir.
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Thanks for the comments. I can’t resist. Life seems to do that most days!
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🖤🖤🖤
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Thank you! 🌹
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You’re always welcome 🖤
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What a cool poem, Hobbo. A twist in there that builds and snaps back. 🙂
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Thank you Diana. I always appreciate your constructive comments.
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