Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Don’t blink
Don't blink We toil, we strive we work, we thrive, we eat, we sleep, we fuck a bit. Blink of an eye, it's time to die; that's life, that's it; it's bloody shit.
Hobbo's Poems 
LOL!!!! Havin’ a good day are we?
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Oh, I just felt a bit that way when I wrote this. Life whizzes by so quickly, doesn’t it.
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It does. Sorry for my flippancy. It just bubbled up.
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I get that too. It’s indigestion!
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😂😂😂
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😊
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LOL. I know why then. Just as we finished dinner, my son declared that it was delicious tender groin. 😋 🤣 Surely that will cause indigestion.
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😂😂 Tender groin! Well done, Master W.
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Yes, some days it really is!!
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Luckily, not too often! 😂
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Agreed!! 😂
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Food for thought 👍
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Ah, the eternal optimist. You need better pills.
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Or a slower watch!
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Ah, a Hobbo special from the darker side. Love it 😁😁🖤
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Thank you.
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You’re most welcome my friend 🖤
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Spot on Hobbo. Brilliant
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Thank you.
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Bloody shit indeed! 😂
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