Francis Duggan Poems

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4361.
Kate The Octogenarian

You never hear her say that life is unfair
Kate the octogenarian with the silver hair
Though the son and daughter she gave birth to in a motorcar accident died
And her mentally ill husband committed suicide
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4362.
A Day In Early August

A sight of great natural beauty to behold
The wattles cloaked in their flowers of yellow to gold
And though the sun it is hidden behind clouds of gray
The calendar Spring only four weeks away
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4363.
This Is How It Is

We all have our life's journeys to undertake
For many a hard and sad journey to make
Since life choices to everyone does not apply
Circumstance to many of a fair go deny
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4364.
Perhaps I Will Never More See Clara

Perhaps i will never more see Clara cloaked in fogs of rain
Or walk in the old fields of Claraghatlea again
Or in the gathering gloam hear the lowing of a cow
On a calm evening in Spring in a field by the River Finnow
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4365.
Macroom In Mid Cork

A long way from here to mid Cork and Macroom
In the fields there now Nature's flowers are in bloom
And in the Town gardens on every rose tree
Pink and red roses a sight of rare beauty to see
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4366.
A Stranger In Buninyong

From where i now live in kilometers a long distance away
And perhaps i would be a stranger in Buninyong today
A few decades ago there i was quite well known
And they treated me as they would one of their own
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4367.
That Alcohol On People

Any face kicked and punched is not a pretty sight
Over women and football i have seen grown men fight
Some men never learn despite broken teeth and swollen eyes
Their type only grow older but never grow wise
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4368.
The Olympic Games May Be Watched By People Worldwide

The Olympic Games may be watched by people Worldwide
But it is all about ego and nationalistic pride
Where winners are jubilant and losers are in tears
A disappointment that well may be with them for years
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4369.
A Night In Early August

The night cold and dark few cars pass up and down
On the dimly lit streets of the old country town
And a boobook owl calls out mopoke in the parkland nearby
To small birds the one who has death in it's cry
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4370.
On Mother Nature

My wonder of her only does seem to grow
Yet the more i learn of her so little about her i know i do know
Everywhere i turn to look her beauty i do see
At all times of the year everywhere around me
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