Francis Duggan Poems

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2891.
Dark Skinned Boy

Where you live the air is cleaner and no smoke pollute the sky
And you're happy and contented young and happy dark skinned boy
You don't know yet of thing called evil every day a new surprise
And all you see are things of beauty through your innocent brown eyes.
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2892.
The Gold Coast Sugar Daddies

On the Gold Coast are many 'sugar daddies'
From fifty upwards beyond the three score
You see them hand in hand with younger women
From nineteen, twenty up to twenty four.
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2893.
The Australasian Little Grebe

There is a bird they call the little grebe
The smallest member of grebe family
She lives on inland lake or near sea shore
But on dry land her i have yet to see.
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2894.
I Could Not Bring Myself

I could not bring myself to say goodbye
As i feared my feelings i might have to show
I crept away un-noticed and unseen
For me it seemed the easiest way to go.
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2895.
Written After A Visualization

The mountain stream from rugged hill from place of brier and bushes
Flow inland through the small green fields though water reeds and rushes
And songbirds flushed with joys of Spring in green hedgerows pipe gaily
Thousands of miles from gum tree land back home near Ballydaly.
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2896.
Mosquitoes

They always bite me when i am in bed
And mostly on the bald patch on my head
In darkened bedroom hear their droning sound
As o'er your bed they hover round and round.
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2897.
The Soul Has Wings To Fly

Don't talk to me of Heaven or don't talk to me of Hell
I only know the body for the soul is a shell
And the way we appear to others is beyond our control
For an ugly looking person may have a beautiful soul.
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2898.
The Less I Know I Know

I grew up close to Nature see animals give birth
And i learned just a tiny bit about our Mother Earth
And close to the Goddess of Nature into manhood i did grow
But the more i learn of Nature the less i know i know
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2899.
Threshing Days

When i was young long years ago and haws were on hawthorn
The boo of threshing machine in farmer's yard when farmer threshed his corn
Some men piked sheafs others built straw ricks, the corn was ripe and yellow
And Jer Noonan fed the threshing drum when i was a young fellow.
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2900.
Bill The Poet And Mandy

Old Bill the poet's wife Mandy doesn't love him
And she doesn't use kind words for him like 'dear'
You ask her where is Bill and she will tell you
He's at the pub he's seldom ever here.
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