Francis Duggan Poems

Of past lives and such I don't have an idea
We are born to die that's how life seems to me
Though on the Universal Karma I am one who believe
In life the fruits of the seeds we sow we do receive
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She wrote about our mother and it took me far away
And many, many years in time back home to Claraghatlea
And as I read her letter I fought to choke the tears
For Millstreet, Cork and Ireland and happy childhood years.
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I heard on the radio in the sports news today
That Ian Thorpe the great swimmer has give competitive swimming away
A winner of nine Olympic medals five of them gold
Of his greatness in story and song we've been told
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You've heard of the old saying let sleeping dogs lie
Which in another way put means leave old grudges die
Do not harbour old grudges for as long as you live
You may not forget but you sure can forgive
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01 of 01 of 07 we've made it to another year
And are you hung over from partying or did you enjoy the good cheer
Have you made a New Year's resolution for hope springs eternal they say
Good luck to you with my good wishes on this sunny and warm New Year's day,
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He believes he is one with great sexual appeal
A gift to woman kind that's how he does feel
A few silly women tell him he is great
And his swollen ego they further inflate,
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Conservative people are ruling this Land
And our Government leader their ways understand
They love him for his values and to them he appeal
He can read their thoughts and he know how they feel
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Those who say mankind will destroy Planet Earth believe in their own lie
The Earth will live though human kind their own selves may destroy
In a thousand centuries from now the birds will sing on the trees
Though humans may have been wiped out by some incurable disease.
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The clock on our lives ever ticking away
In time it only does seem like yesterday
Since to the fields of my young years i said goodbye
On looking back the Seasons how time seems to fly
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In fancy i can hear the silver tongued rill
From high Claramore in view of Clara hill
Rippling to the river with a voice never still
On it's ocean bound journey it flows with a will
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