Francis Duggan Poems

You say your name will live forever and your poems are destined to live on
And your words of genius will be quoted in centuries after you've gone
Into the non existent hereafter though your poems bound to insure your fame
At least that is how 'twould seem you see it that your's will be an immortal name.
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Are you one of those people that the mosquitos love to bite
Do you hear them buzzing in your bedroom under the cloak of night
You wave your hands above your head for to frighten them away
But still you hear them buzzing as hovering near they stay.
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On the blackwood tree on the roadside some mornings at Daybreak
The bubbling song of the gray butcherbird one never could mistake
A pleasant sound to wake to at the dawn of the new day
He sings to boast of territory before he search for prey.
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They started a feud between two families that has been going on for years
That has led to assaults and court cases and to bitterness and tears
A feud that is still going on today about a boundary fence
Some people take their grudges too far for want of better sense.
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Sometimes in flights of fancy my thoughts are far away
In the old fields by the river and the sweet scent of new mown hay
On a bright morning in August in the northern Summer-time
Such scenes of pastoral beauty have inspired the poets to rhyme.
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Some people in their wisdom say we can fulfill our every wish
But the fish that swims in your fish tank can only be a fish
And as for me I feel our destiny is beyond our control
The same as for the billionaire as the one on the dole.
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With a blond beauty in her early twenties he swaggers down the street
The ageing Sugar Daddy so full of self conceit
They smile and laugh together he kiss her on the cheek
Financially quite wealthy but 'tis said his heart is weak.
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Believe in your God if it suits you but to your God do remain true
For if for your God you wish to harm others your God will not be happy with you
For if your God is as great as you say he is for others he would not wish you to harbour hate
For inflicting injury on others is something you should not celebrate.
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The big bloke with the loud voice puffs on his fat cigar
As he tells us all of how great he is down at the local bar
He talks about his business success his beautiful young wife and young family
And his three most used words not hard to guess are I, Myself and Me.
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In the high field by the old hill he fancy he can hear
The hunting red fox barking loud five days and nights from the New Year
Millions of stars in the night sky the moon is full and round
In his heart the migrant never far from his beloved Homeground.
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