Francis Duggan Poems

For all of us there is a final day
And for me that cannot be too far away
Since i have seen many Seasons come and go
And time it has become my greatest foe
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Her type does inspire the song writers to song
Where-ever she goes to joy too goes along
So beautiful looking and free of conceit
One nicer than her would be hard for to meet
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Her type does inspire the song writers to song
Where-ever she goes to joy too goes along
So beautiful looking and free of conceit
One nicer than her would be hard for to meet
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Devoted to his long term wife with her now he does lay
The true gentleman he was buried today
His children and grandchildren and his friends at his graveside did weep
For one who died peacefully in bed in his sleep
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Nature's greatest poet of the English language is arguably John Clare
For descriptive poetry on natural life forms with him few to compare
Yet he died in Northampton Asylum in dire poverty
How very sad indeed for some life can be
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About people i learn something new every day
Some i thought were dishonest i found not to be that way
In my dealings with them i found them to be honest as the word can be
To prejudge people by looks now seems all wrong to me
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It lay there on the jetty it's bones showing through it's skin
I have not see many animals as malnourished and thin
As the seal pup in Warrnambool on this balmy Spring day
His life may be a brief one it is looking this way
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Though wrong to me they may have wilfully done
I feel no desire for to hate anyone
Or poisoning my thoughts by bearing a grudge
I will leave them to Karma for to be their judge
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The years have left him looking weary and gray
The old bloke from Stockholm from here far away
He will end his days under an Aussie sky
Far south of Sweden even as the bird does fly
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The giver and taker of life than her there's none as great
The writers and the artists in their works her do celebrate
Unlike her every life form not for her mortality
The mother of creation far older than history
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