Francis Duggan Poems

I am only a scribbler of doggerel not even a very minor poet
But it does not bother me in the least that i'll never be one of literary note
I will die as i live just a rhymer though that does not bother me at all
I feel happy with my gifts and blessings though my gifts and blessings are small
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As most politicians do lie with a straight face
In politics trust never takes pride of place
And among political parties the main enemies in the ranks of their own
For loyalty to party colleagues most politicians have never been known
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Though to most women money to a great deal amount
There is more to a man than a large bank account
And the power of influence that come from wealth and fame
There is more to a man than a widely known name
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The Head of State in her home palace on a distant shore
Australia is still a colony that and nothing more
For as long as Aussie voters a foreign monarchy choose to embrace
Among the Nations of the World Australia cannot take it's place
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I hope to go on living for as long as i can
And i would like to die without pain in my sleep as an old man
And though more than likely i will not live for a century
What will happen to my last remains is of no worry to me
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You may be quite marvelous at what you do
But remember there is always one better than you
With your achievements you ought not get carried away
As self praise it is no praise the wise one did say
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Have you ever battled your dark dog of despair
And thought to yourself life on me is unfair
You are not the first or will not be the last for to feel this way
There are millions like you in the Human World of today
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Crooked minded people think to cheat others is okay
That is if with their deception they can get away
To steal people's life savings from them something to them for to laugh about
The Human World with such people could well do without
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In my flights of fancy i visit the town by the bay
And hear the birds sing at the dawn of the day
In the town parkland on the bushes and trees
Their pleasant notes carrying in the freshening breeze
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I've been to that coastal countryside where the coastal saltbush grow
Where huge saltpans glisten in the sun white as new fallen snow
The brown dry sand and dust does take to flight when the freshening winds do blow
In remote South Australia where the Murray waters flow
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