Francis Duggan Poems

They've travelled on many a road
The people of no fixed abode
From place to place and town to town
They drive on the highways up and down.
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life would be quite boring that's how it does seem
If we just lived to work and we dared not to dream
To have one great dream to which we do aspire
Without something to look forward to of life we would tire
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She loves the poems of Swinburne the brown haired brown eyed one
And Swinburne was a great poet when all is said and done
At poetry gatherings and readings the famed bards poems she does recite
And she herself is a fine poet and good poems she does write,
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The Poet of the Gipsies Federico Lorca was his name
His works of literary genius live to his enduring fame
His tragic death a tragedy for his Nation of Spain
But the legend of the great one is destined to remain
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Life for him has been a struggle since he first saw light of day
And he has followed in his late dad's footsteps of him 'twould be fair to say
His life journey so far has led him inside the jail-house gate
And in his life for him so far nothing to celebrate.
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A person different to some others that is her only crime
One with a lawful addiction obsessed with penning rhyme
Even by some who know her she is misunderstood
Her poems have a rare beauty and many of them good,
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For their sins everyone the price must pay
And Saddam Hussein is to swing today
Off of a gallows in distant Baghdad
As a human being his life record is bad
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I won't be complaining things are not so bad
And I'll always be glad for the good times I've had
And i won't be complaining about my lot in life
In my own little world good luck it is rife
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Tis cold back there this evening in the fields of Claramore
And the chilly winds of December across old Clara roar
And it coming up to Christmas a festive time of year
And on the streets of Millstreet carol singers one does hear.
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He will never be looked on as one worthy of note
And he will always be an unfashionable poet
Though he has penned many a come all ye song
To the masses his type cannot hope to belong,
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