Francis Duggan Poems

The sun in the blue sky all day with warmth shone
But that was yesterday and yesterday has gone
And weather-wise this morning the sky overcast and gray
And the sun behind clouds it is hidden away
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No need to tell me i already know too well
That post bodily death i will not be where angels dwell
Since of a life devoted to God i do not have stories to tell
I am sure they will find some space for me in Hell
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Long before time it did become her foe
She danced in the Star Ballroom years ago
Of wavy shoulder length brown hair and always well dressed
She was the former Pride of Millstreet West
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With the saying beauty is in the eye of the beholder i for one can only agree
For what is a weed to one person may even be a flower to me
And beauty has many sides to it as you and i know all too well
What to me does seem as nice poetry in your eyes is mere doggerel
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The numbers of the human population increasing in every Country Worldwide
And far too many homeless and hungry and of a fair go in life are denied
Death does make everyone equal though in life many know of inequality
So many by circumstance of birth condemned to live in poverty
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The cock pheasant today is cucking in the field where the green rushes grow
And the white breasted dipper is singing where the river rapids does flow
And the bluebells in clusters are blooming on the the ditch of the pebbly bohreen
And the old fields in their flowers of Nature are looking so lush and so green
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I was raised on old stories of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra's rebel men
And of the heroes of the ambush at Tureengariffe Glen
But in time that was more than nine decades ago
And the enemy back then is no longer the foe
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Human abuse of the Planet that feeds us is now Worldwide
By greedy people beautiful Mother Earth is being destroyed
Every day more old growth trees to build more factories are cut down
And smog from pollution above the streets of the town
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As long as you have good health then life for you not so bad
Though you are searching for work and feeling a bit sad
And little for to smile about with little cash to spend
The one with heaps of money is never short of a friend
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At least two hours of travel by train in that i am not wrong
Between the coastal Cities of Warrnambool and Geelong
By paddocks in Autumn quite brown that in Spring are lush and green
Miles of fenced countryside for to be seen
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