Francis Duggan Poems

There is a Village idiot in every little town
A poor not too with it fellow for others to put down
Some people find it enjoyable to others to be cruel
A fair go for all to all never applies in a town where bullies rule
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My friend and I did quarrel and a punch up did take place
And when I asked him for his forgiveness a smile lit up his face
We shook hands and we made up that's what friendship is about
Your friend he will forgive you though you punch him in the mouth.
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The long drought is over some weather experts believe
But weather patterns the experts have been known to deceive
In parts of the Country huge flooding the weather seems strange
But then we are in the age of climate change
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You cannot like everyone that you come to know
For every twenty friends you have perhaps you have one foe
Though you may be a good person honest and kind
An enemy or two on your life's journey you'll find
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These noisy Music Festivals where the rock bands are so loud
Where peace is quiet a stranger amongst the noisy crowd
I have been in such gatherings though I felt out of place there
A balding man near sixty with gray and straggly hair.
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I heard the black swans in the clear moonlit sky
As above the Town to the lake they did fly
To me they do have such a musical song
You hear them once and you never get them wrong.
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It's been fifteen years I remember and now I'm fifty four
Since I last walked from Millstreet Town along the roadway to Rathmore
The fields of Inchaleigh and Claraghatlea North lit by the moon's faint light
And stars shone in the heavens on that November night.
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Beth the daughter of the late artist Jack now seeking her own fame
And in the World of Literature she builds herself a name
She writes poems and stories and articles for magazine
And she's becoming well known in the Gippsland literary scene.
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You are three years old Fiona at beginning of life's way
And I hope you had a good party and a wonderful birthday
Just a three year little lady and yet too young to know
That life's pathway isn't rosy thorns on life's pathway grow.
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If the radiator is boiling and you've got a sick car
And the sun blazes so hot it boils the roadway tar
And you are stuck by the highway and from home you are far
It's in moments like these you know who your friends are.
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