Francis Duggan Poems

When all memories of me have faded away
In Summer on a warm and sunny day
White butterflies will fly around the bushes and trees
And seemingly dance in the sky in the mild coastal breeze
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In Matty Owens bog i fancy i hear
The flute of the curlew in the Spring of the year
As above his borders he is flying around
Proclaiming what to him is his breeding ground
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Sad the news of the passing of the legendary athlete
Surely the greatest ever in the green of Millstreet
Against the best in Ireland and the World with success he did compete
Yet despite his fame and success he was one without conceit
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To be South West Victoria's biggest rural coastal City it's great claim to renown
For refugees Warrnambool is a welcoming Town
So many different races and creeds do live there
In the Bool you could meet a person from anywhere
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A balding gray haired sixty five year old male
My rhyming like me it has grown a bit stale
And some even advise me to give it away
But to such advice heed i never do pay
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It is a human flaw to be cocky or to know of self doubt
Survival of self is what life is mostly about
And to survive one has to be selfish in some sort of a way
And selfishness is a human flaw as some do like to say
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Of far more of their sort of people the Human World is in need
Those who have love in them for to give have a great gift indeed
If there were more of them in the World there would be less wars to fight
And towns reduced to rubble by bombings would become a rare sight
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You may be the most caring one of the town
Always willing to help anyone who is down
Yet some of you negative things only say
Such as you are far from good despite your caring way
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So many voices of Australia the drone of the didgeridoo
The soft whistles of the shy wombat the cough of the gray kangaroo
The cries of the long bill corella the harsh squawks of the white cockatoo
The mimicking songs of the lyrebird the calls of the dark brown weerloo
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Their Lord Protector in Britain they did celebrate
And they lauded him as if he was a true great
But the grief he caused to the poor of Ireland did linger for years
Where his army caused death and dispossession and tears
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