Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Photo finish
Photo finish A racehorse named Second came first. Confusing, but what made it worse; The owner, Miss Trainer, An utter no-brainer Had taught it to gallop tail-first.
Hobbo's Poems 
Always ran well in a headwind that one.
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A firm favourite!
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heehee
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🙂
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Coffee, damn it, coffee. Some of us multi-task, you know, slurping coffee and perusing blogwurks. Goddammit.!$@$%@ sj de H slsd ddddddddddddddd Another keyboskdard down the &*(%^&*6 tubes.
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Oops. Soz!
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Absolutely delightful. This one goes in the pile…
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Thank you 🙂
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What a winner!!
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Hehehe!
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a wacky little ditty 🙂 you squeezed a lot of laughs into that frisky five-liner 🙂
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It was a sprint.
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just as well 🙂 two miler might have found her wanting 🙂 maybe a long shot for the next Melbourne Cup 🙂
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I’d like to see that 😂
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so would I 🙂
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