Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The replacement
The replacement It's raining in my heart But there's sunshine in my soul, I'm at the livestock mart Where I've bought a little foal.
The replacement It's raining in my heart But there's sunshine in my soul, I'm at the livestock mart Where I've bought a little foal.
Hobbo's Poems 
That’ll keep the grass short!
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Ahh is this for real too? 😁
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Not really. It reflects how I feel about replacing dogs though. 🙂
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A foal is so much fun to watch, kicking about and jumping. This is lovely!
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Thank you, Misky. Most baby animals are so cute. We watched a programme yesterday about men trapping and selling wild birds. Goldfinches, in particular; how cruel is that!
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Horrid, and horrid people.
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Absobloominglutely!
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Is that how it’s spelled? 😂😂
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Defiflippingitely!
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What a brilliant word.
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😂
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I couldn’t watch something like that I would start crying 😭
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😂
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Ah, something young to make us feel less old. I like it. Can I trade up my stead, too? 😂
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Of course you can 😂
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where there is loss, there is always need of replacement: the universal equation; nicely penned 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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