Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
cold
cold your world goes to pot and it makes you feel old when your head's full of snot and you're lost in a cold
cold your world goes to pot and it makes you feel old when your head's full of snot and you're lost in a cold
Hobbo's Poems 
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All your joints start to ache,
So you’d best eat some cake.
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Sounds like man-flu!
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Go back to bed
Rest your congested head
When you awake
It will be time to bake 😁
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Very good, Michele. 👏
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😊 it was art imitated life for me
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You write
too right!
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hehehe!
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So true. It’s short-loved, I am told.
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🙂
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Awwww, on top of house hunting, too. Hope you feel better soon (and patience to the Mrs)
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Thanks, and I think Patience is her middle name. 😂
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Been there wrote about that, lol, I even used the same picture.
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