Francis Duggan Poems

An Englishman born with the great gift of rhyme
He lived in the Yukon in his glorious prime
A master wordsmith of the twentieth century
He glorified Dan Mgrew and Sam Magee.
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All through your great life journey you follow your destiny
And where you are living at today is where you are meant to be
And whether you live in your Hometown or from there live far away
It all goes back to destiny where you are at today
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For to make a better World to live in you can help in no small way
You can live by love and kindness do a good deed every day
You cannot be kind to others if your higher self you can't embrace
And that applies to everybody of every culture and every race.
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'Tis written of the man who murdered Lincoln that he was not right in the head
But of anyone who commits such a crime the same thing can be said
But in truth he only was fulfilling his life's destiny
And none of us are perfect or so 'twould seem to me.
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All the seats had been taken save the one next to me
And blond haired young woman sat on it she glanced my way briefly
And by that one sharp glance from her between the lines I read
That conversation would be nil a silent ride ahead.
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Suppose we all do look at things differently
The hero to you not a hero to me
Your hero renowned for his skills at football
Yet the hero to some not a hero to all
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His best ever finish is a seventeenth place
And 'tis likely now he'll never win any race
He goes by the nickname of 'the unplaced athlete'
But the main thing about him is that he does compete
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The injured animal or bird vulnerable to predators into a thick hedgerow for to hide will crawl
The instincts in them for survival is something that is in us all
'Tis the fear of death that makes us want to live on we feel the fear of the unknown
But do not expect any mercy from others if any mercy to others you've not shown.
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In Northern streams and rivers in the Spring of the year
The song of the dipper rural people hear
Above the sound of the rapid waters babbling along
One cannot mistake his unmistakeable song.
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Although it is a time of bloom and blossom
When wild birds build their nests and breed and sing
It also is a time of heavy pollen
And not everybody looks forward to the Spring.
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