Francis Duggan Poems

A story to tell for his every hair of gray
He has learned from life of Ron one can say
His memories take him back more than seven decades in time
To his boyhood years long before he reached his physical prime
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As honest as can be and quite free of guile
Yet Leann is one who finds it hard to smile
Her primary going children Joe and Sue and her husband Stan
In their ways in many ways quite like Leann
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No sign of frost or snow in the Moyne Shire only the sweet scent of grass mowed for hay
The weather warm and rather humid on this December Christmas Day
The black cattle out of the sunshine chewing their cuds in the shade of the trees
Even in the shade it is warm well over thirty degrees
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For his achievements a down to earth bloke of the sporting great often was said
But over time he has become a changed man praise it has gone to his head
For his loss of humility one must assume that the praise of his fans is to blame
It can do strange things to the human mind this thing that is known as fame
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Far too many judgmental people like rabbits their numbers have grown
For kindness, compassion and empathy their sort will never be known
They look up to the social climbers and on others they choose to look down
And sad to think no shortage of them there are plenty of their sort in every town
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To be a Hickey of Gortnacreha is one of her claims to fame
And as an Irish historian hers is a great name
One of the children of the long deceased Molly and Con
Who were much loved in Cullen in Seasons long gone
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I am just an addictive rhymer one who does write rhymes every day
One of little literary importance with rhyming words who loves to play
The rhymes always keep coming to me on notebook i just write them down
But never for fame or for money and many like me in every town
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It hardly matters to me now if i was dunce of the primary school
Far north of the coastal countryside by Warrnambool
Or if in my life's twilight years i cannot boast of a uni degree
Since time it does seem it has caught up on me
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For a century of living she does not seem on the wane
She has lived through many Seasons Mr's O' Keeffe of Mill View Lane
Devoted to her children and to her late husband Batt a good wife
In Millstreet Town she has lived the most of her life
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You often complain life on you is quite tough
But you have a home to live in and have never been hungry or had to sleep rough
When compared to many your biggest worry seems small
Your problems to say the least not big at all
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