Francis Duggan Poems

Gray crowned babblers are birds I do not often see
Since they live in the treed countryside a few hours by car from me
Grey breast and head and overall mostly brown
I have never seen them in a park of a town
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The most of us worry a bit every day
We worry what others think of us or say
And we worry for our lack of material success
We have this need in us others for to impress
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He used to be my friend a long time ago
And though nowadays I cannot say he is my foe
On our views on people and politics and life we do not agree
The bond of friendship has weakened between him and me
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To help make the Human World better to live in you most certainly can
By becoming a better living woman or man
Any room for self improvement as a person it is in us all
And any improvement for the better is never too small
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In the Human World of today the egotistical are not of the few
And this is not saying anything that is new
At the praises of others the big egos do swell
The look at me syndrome is alive and well
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In Nature always something for to write about
A beautiful evening in this place by the sea in the south
In the gathering gloam just after sundown
On an Autumn evening in May by the big coastal town
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Some species of Nature's wild and free creatures are becoming rare
And that so called human progress plays a huge part in this one has to be aware
The removal of natural habitat for building detrimental to the wildborn kind
Some animals and birds are doomed if new homes they cannot find
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Another federal election has come and has gone
But nothing does change and life does go on
For a few years the political opinion polls had the government to lose
But the opinion polls were proven wrong when the voters did choose
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At he top end of Town at your fashionable postal address
You are one who enjoys the trappings of material success
One of the very wealthy few and one so many admire
And one who inspire those who to material success in life to aspire
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She was born as Mary Duggan just west of Millstreet Town
In Claraghatlea where on Clara Mountain looks down
She grew into a beautiful young woman kind, caring and wise
With dark wavy hair and lovely blue eyes
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