Francis Duggan Poems

All day and night the cars pass up and down
Between Warrnambool City and old Port Fairy Town
In the Moyne Shire on the Princes Highway
By the cemetery where the dead at Tower Hill lay
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All day and night the cars pass up and down
Between Warrnambool City and old Port Fairy Town
In the Moyne Shire on the Princes Highway
By the cemetery where the dead at Tower Hill lay
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On my many flights of fancy i go back many a Spring
The bells of old St Davids in my memory they ring
Above the coastal potato fields in the prime of the May
When i visualize in fancy i can hear them ring today
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So many do worry of things way beyond their control
And of the mind and body health this takes a heavy toll
Those who are prone to worry their worries seem to grow
Which is not good for their constitution and of health problems of they do know
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To it there is always a joyous ring
The sweet sound of laughter is a beautiful thing
Laugh and the whole World does laugh with you
Words of the wise that remain ever true
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The millions out there with your talents you may impress
But what has made you wealthy and famous is not the greatest gift that you possess
A gift that is far greater than wealth and fame
That every living person has and life is it's name
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Young Zino is a cocky sort his ego quite inflated
A know it all in his own mind as well as opinionated
He believes he is god's gift to women though his latest girlfriend Rina sent him packing
She found him overbearing and in humility sadly lacking
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I do love life and I'd like to live forever this World my Heaven of that why should I lie
But I am mortal like all other mortals and the time will come when I too have to die
I'd love to keep on penning rhymes forever but for me I know there will be a last rhyme
I feel happy to survive another Season since I feel that I am running out of time
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News of her death has travelled far and wide
The World's oldest sheep at lake Bolac has died
At the time honoured age of twenty three
What's old for a sheep seems young to you and me.
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Like the weeds of the garden that stifle every flower
That is what they are those who abuse their power
In their dealings with others they need to be in control
That's what happens when darkness blocks light from the soul,
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