Francis Duggan Poems

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4481.
On The Eighteenth Day Of August

The nest building male songbirds do whistle and sing
In less that two weeks from the southern calendar Spring
But the cool dampness of Winter is in the chilly breeze
Though new leaves are beginning to bud on some of the deciduous trees
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4482.
So Lets Hear It For Australia

Quite distinctive from other races of Aussies one can say
For to be kind to strangers is the Australian way
The good Australian person is in any way not small
And when speaking of a fair go means a fair go for all
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4483.
Old Claraghatlea Where I Grew To A Man From A Boy

In Claraghatlea the old Townland west of Millstreet Town
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
By everyone there i was one who was known
In my first home-place then i was one of their own
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4484.
It Is Only The Winners

Their team for them have won the right for to brag
The fans of the winning team wave the club flag
The fans of the losers are looking quite sad
In life what is great to one to another can be bad
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4485.
Crested Pigeons

Their wings make a whirring sound as they do fly
And of humans even in town parks they seem rather shy
They never do soar to great heights in the sky
Crested pigeons the name that they are known by
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4486.
Old Jane

How sad very sad for some life can be
Old jane is a woman i often do see
Walking on the street or the town park and always on her own
Far better and happier days in her life she has known
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4487.
From July Far Away

In memory i can scent the sweetness of hay
From old sunlit meadows from here far away
And young birds are chirping on the leafy trees
On a nice day in July of around twenty degrees
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4488.
They Abuse Our Earth Mother

They abuse our Earth Mother for their own financial gain every day
And admiration and respect for their accumulation of wealth many people to them does pay
But by their abuse of our Earth Mother it does seem sad to say
That they are not helping future generations of people in any sort of a way
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4489.
It Was My Love Of Rhyming

For me in it no money or even minor fame
This penning of rhyme is a hungry belly game
I have been writing rhyming stuff since nineteen seventy three
It was my love of rhyming made a rhymer of me
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4490.
A Castlemaine Ex Rose

Back in the mid nineteen eighties before she had children and her hair was light brown
She was the young young Rose of old Castlemaine Town
Now a grandmother in her early fifties she lives in a flat on her own
And her better days in life she is one who surely has known
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