Francis Duggan Poems

Those three long weeks were worse than hell
In the J C with Rob Waddell
It varied little from day to day
The games job seekers ought to play.
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The World is ruled by the egotistical or so 'twould seem that way
And some ageing men don't grow wiser they just grow old and gray
And some don't leave their arrogance behind them in their prime
Just like the old poetaster they don't improve with time.
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In Maling Road by Canterbury Station
The trains from Belgrave and Lilydale pass up and down
To Flinders Street and back to outer suburbs
And suburbia now seems one big sprawling town.
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Old Wacko tell the children in a past life that he see
The son of God called Jesus walk the waves of Galilee
And that he was there to witness what seemed an unequal fight
When the much smaller chap named David slew the towering giant Goliath.
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This morning very early I heard the magpie sing
And suddenly it dawned on me it's the first day of Spring
The dawning of September and on the stringybark
The white backed magpie whistled sweet music in the dark.
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The one who believed his God was superior said to me can't hold any hope for you
Of ever reaching the beyond Earth Heaven to any God you are not even true
I'll not bee seeing you in the life hereafter since you have chosen an eternity in hell
There is no place for one like you in heaven as you are a non believing infidel.
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In cinemagraphic sound he became a World renowned person but from fame and fortune he just walked away
And in Lismore in New South Wales in a different field completely for himself he's making a big name today
Garrett Vanderhope the fellow from Kallista from the high country he has travelled far
A genius and quietly spoken quiet achiever and in his own right quite a super star.
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Just spent two hours or there so with them Mick O Connor and the wife
But I quickly grew to know them and it seemed that I'd known them all my life
We had a few quiet drinks together in Adelaide's Flagsaff Hotel
And I did enjoy our meeting as my memory serves me well.
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Though she has lived for many years in and around New York
She still talks about Ireland and Millstreet County Cork
The Sraid A Mhuilin of her youth her happy youthful day
Killarney Road west of Millstreet and northern Claraghatlea.
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Wonthaggi Rose and how are you this morning
Your cheery smile it helps to make my day
The gold billed blackbird whistling on the wattle
Though the sun behind the rain clouds hid away.
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