Francis Duggan Poems

Perhaps i was born for to live in this way
For to pen a few more doggerel every day
The rhymes come to me i just pen them down
But not for financial gain or for renown
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Around the World the havoc she wreaked on t v to be seen
The wild child of Nature her name was Irene
On the east coast of the U S she blew great buildings down
And left death and destruction behind her in many a city and town
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The hidden frogs sing in the watery drain
And the gray clouds of evening are pregnant with rain
The day it is cool just eleven degrees
And the currawongs calling on the higher trees
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They may be in prison for wrong they have done
But the mother does stand by her daughter and son
Though they have brought shame on the family name
She will not disown them despite their ill fame
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I told of my problems to one i did know
Though any sympathy for me he did not show
He said to me seems like your problems have grown
But i do have heaps of worries of my own
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For all of us there is a final day
And for me that cannot be too far away
Since i have seen many Seasons come and go
And time it has become my greatest foe
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For all of us there is a final day
And for me that cannot be too far away
Since i have seen many Seasons come and go
And time it has become my greatest foe
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For all of us there is a final day
And for me that cannot be too far away
Since i have seen many Seasons come and go
And time it has become my greatest foe
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Her type does inspire the song writers to song
Where-ever she goes to joy too goes along
So beautiful looking and free of conceit
One nicer than her would be hard for to meet
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Her type does inspire the song writers to song
Where-ever she goes to joy too goes along
So beautiful looking and free of conceit
One nicer than her would be hard for to meet
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