Francis Duggan Poems

My wallet empty of money but my ego is fully blown
The weaknesses I have I cannot disown
The big ego compels me more doggerel to write
Without ego I would not have stuff on this site
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Of Semaphore I have such pleasant memories and the mental pictures still remain with me
Where pelicans are resting on the wide beach and gulls flock in the parklands by the sea
And on the beach in the quiet of early morning people take their dogs out for a run
And magpie's song ring in the coastal suburb and the pee wees are piping in the sun.
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The high and narrow Loch road through the green undulating hills keep winding up and down
Through marvellous scenic countryside down towards Wonthaggi Town
And at every corner that you turn there's beauty for to see
Across the open country side that stretch down towards the sea.
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It's not like Christmas I knew years ago
The Irish Christmas that I used to know
When Caherbarnagh peaks are capped with snow
And cold winds from the mountains inland blow.
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He wrote about his dad Owen Murphy senior
He died way back in nineteen thirty four
When Eoin himself was only a young fellow
And may he rest in peace forever more.
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Did you ever feel quite worthless had an emptiness within
And you felt you were a loser that you were not born to win
For years working in the same job never had a raise in pay
And you struggle to make ends meet life's a struggle all the way.
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He's applied for work in factories and buildings
And every time the bosses turn him down
And all because he's poorly educated
And he comes from the wrong side of the town.
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Old March is still in April and the wind blows a cool chill
Across the windswept bracken of ancient Mushera hill
And the fields by Aubane river wet where the floods have been
But this countryside looks beautiful in all it's shades of green.
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He can hear the friarbirds calling in the parklands far away
On the trees by Colo river at the dawning of the day
And the lapwing o'er her breeding grounds utters forth her warning cry
And the dark winged welcome swallows ever circling in the sky.
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I would not live in Sherbrooke and why should I says Dave
For I don't like the high country the forests of Belgrave
Leave Sherbrooke to the greenies to gum and wattle tree
I'd much prefer city of Knox Boronia will do me.
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