Francis Duggan Poems

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4311.
Power It Can Corrupt

Power it can corrupt as some are known to say
And money can give rise to moral decay
Your word is your bond is practiced by too few
On saying this i am not saying anything new
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4312.
The River Of Pigeons

A place to my thoughts that remains ever near
The River of Pigeons so far north of here
In fancy i can hear the nesting birds sing
When the old fields are in their wildflowers of the Spring.
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4313.
You Very Well May Be

You very well may be a stranger to fame
With little money or material possessions to your name
One in life doing it tough on a very poor street
Working hard for low wages struggling to make ends meet
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4314.
Amhran Na Bhfiann

Though i have not lived in Ireland for some twenty four years
Everytime i hear someone singing Amhran na bhFiann i do feel close to tears
Though i am not patriotic have never been in any way
The latent love of homeland remains in me today
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4315.
From My Walks In Nature

To say i know a lot on Nature would be to tell a lie
But i will be learning from her until the day i die
And every day about her i learn something new
Her wonders in the many and her secrets are not few
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4316.
The Legends Do Come And The Legends Do Go

Admired and looked up to by many time is their only foe
The legends do come and the legends do go
But the stream from the mountain by ditch and hedgerow
To the ocean bound river forever does flow
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4317.
Of That Why Should I Lie

I do enjoy rhyming i pen rhymes every day
To write simple stuff seems my natural way
So few make a career out of writing and for their effort receive any pay
Writing can be a hungry belly game as some are known to say
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4318.
Only The Winner

The winner of course was the best on the day
And as usual was the recipient of the loud hooray
But for one for to win many do have to lose
Though that is something anyone does not choose
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4319.
Up The Distant River

Up the distant river in the cold damp gray of a November dawn
The salmon swim against the strong currents to spawn
To the gravelly river fords in the fields by the town
As yesterday's flood that flowed bank high goes down
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4320.
Noel Healy

Noel was one of the Curracahill Healys born and raised near the old Town of Millstreet
He was a nice and quiet and gentle fellow and always quite a pleasure for to meet
In Millstreet earth his remains at rest forever for all of us there is a final Fall
But in the thoughts of those who knew him he will live on as a person who is worthy of recall
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