Francis Duggan Poems

The captain of the Kangaroos Football Club known for his dash and flair
And in the game of Australian rules a football millionaire
But he quit the Club in disgrace when news broke of his affair
With the wife of a team mate his future now elsewhere.
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The sun is out and shining and there's warmth in the breeze
And the weather rather pleasant around 21 degrees
And pink blossoms on the fruit trees and the wild birds chirp and sing
on this the first day of September and of the calendar Spring.
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That cold January day in the Town Park in Millstreet
Has gone down in Duhallow history
When the Kanturk coursing greyhound Peadar's Prize
In the North Cork Cup final romped to victory.
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Back in her Homeland now 'tis Spring and the house finches are in song
And in the parks of Rhode Island the bluebirds sing all day long
And the nostalgia in her is still strong especially in May
It's Spring back home and birds nest and sing in the
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It is quiet in Corinella and as peaceful as can be
Just the next stop down from heaven that's how it would seem to me
No factory chimney puffing black smoke polluting the coastal air
One day if I could afford to I'd like to buy a house there.
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Tree branches were often his ceiling and the cold ground was often his bed
And he had scary stories of Oregon to make the hair stand on your head
He spent his prime years at stock herding and in that wild land his fortune he made
And he was a straight talking fellow the type who called a spade a spade.
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It was the union of poetic icons and their life together full of love and harmony
And they left behind them marvellous poems and sonnets and together now they live in history
They rank amongst the great poets of their era and the literary critics respect to them pay
And their verses perhaps will live on forever and their works are very much alive today.
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Though the day is mild for the time of year and mild enough the weather
The Autumn leaves are falling fast as light as any feather
And ash tree now losing her leaves each day she's looking barer
A few months back in Summer's prime than her there was none fairer.
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To the Country that he fled from he never can go back
The poor bloke from the desert of southern Iraq
Long dark hair and a dark beard one of an oppressed race
He's in his early thirties but he has an older face.
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He divorced his wife of twenty eight years to be ready
If the opportunity arose to marry Princess Anne
And whilst I don't say for a minute he is silly
There's something that's not right about the man.
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