Francis Duggan Poems

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5381.
Cobden

For it's natural beauty it has won renown
The countryside bordering old Cobden Town
The flat open paddocks often looking green
Where Nature at her finest is often to be seen
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5382.
The Billionaire's Son

He is one who never must work for his pay
And he will never know what it is like a poor day
With a beautiful wife and a young son and daughter a multi millionaire at thirty one
Life has been good to the billionaire's son
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5383.
Poor Jimmy

Poor Jimmy every day to god he does talk
He talks to his god in the park as he walk
The voices of god in his mind he does hear
His god is talking to him every day of the year
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5384.
Your Worth As A Person Do You Ever Doubt

Your worth as a person do you ever doubt
And do you ever wonder what life is all about
With a wife and young children on a poor suburban street
You have to work hard just for to make ends meet
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5385.
How Boring We Would Be If On Some Things

How boring we would be if on some things we all were the same
If we all spoke in the same language and in sport played and followed the same game
If we were of the same race and of the one breed
How boring we would be yes quite boring indeed
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5386.
Our Memories Stay With Us

The same for everyone as for you and i
Good memories stay with us till the day we do die
And our bad memories too much to our regret
Till death too with us will stay though them we would like to forget
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5387.
A Winter's Night In Koroit

A dark, cold and wet night in Winter in old Koroit Town
And on the sidewalks of Commercial Road few do walk up and down
But in Mickey Bourke's pub there is laughter and cheer
Amongst the patrons who enjoy their pub banter and beer
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5388.
St Mary's Cemetery By Cashman's Hill

St Mary's Cemetery by Cashman's Hill
So quiet in the gray of the dawn in the slight morning chill
Where many of the deceased of Millstreet Town and Parish in their final rest lay
The mentors and parents as well as family members of the Millstreet people of today
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5389.
The Old Powlett River

From the hills above Kilcunda in it's babbling tongue of brown
The old Powlett river it winds it's way down
Through the flat coastal scrub land to the Pacific shore
Where it has flowed forever and will flow forever more
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5390.
Denis Healy

He was a good person in him nothing small
Years ago he played for the Slanan Rovers Club in Gaelic Football
When he was a younger man in his life's prime
Though this is going back many Seasons in time
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