Francis Duggan Poems

Quite sunny and warm for the first day of the New Year
The flute like songs of the magpies so pleasant to hear
With the sun on their wings in the gentle breeze
Brown butterflies flitting from bushes to trees
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The bigger World out there she yearned for to see
She would not spend her lifetime in green Knocknagree
When the hawthorns were cloaked in their blossoms of pale gray
She left home on a Spring morning in early May
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The arrogance in others that i does see
Is perhaps what i does dislike about in me
Since i too can be arrogant in my own way
I am a flawed person in truth i can say
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Many passions and fashions time have not survived
And the age of the man bag has finally arrived
Though i do not have a man bag in truth i can say
That fashionable males in my eyes areokay
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The future a mystery the past a memory
And we can only live in the now is how it seems to be
On how long we will live is not for us to say
For many this will be their last living day
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He is one of those who does not socialize
Yet he is a man in his own ways quite wise
Yet some who know ofhim say he is strange in his way
The tribeless are fringe dwellers in the Human World of today
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Of the praise and the glory the winnertakes almost all
And of losers so few ever wish to recall
In life there are winners and losers every day
For one to win others lose life works in this way
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Most people aregood and kind would you not agree
When you look for beauty in others beauty you will see
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder as the wise one does say
People are as you see them it does seem this way
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Most people aregood and kind would you not agree
When you look for beauty in others beauty you will see
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder as the wise one does say
People are as you see them it does seem this way
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A weather forecast high for the day of a pleasant twenty degrees
And brown butterflies flitting around the sunlit bushes and trees
The sweet scent of hay blowing in the freshening breeze
And in the Summer air the buzzing of bush flies and bees
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