Francis Duggan Poems

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871.
The Gambler

He bet five hundred for a win the horse beat by a head
But it did not seem to bother him 'no luck this one he said'
He backed the favourite in the race at odds of five to ten
And he has a tip for the next race he feels this horse will win.
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872.
The Bush Stone Curlew

Weerloo weerloo a bird's voice in the night
Weerloo weerloo again then all is quiet
A bird the bushman hear but seldom see
They call them bush stone curlew or thick knee.
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873.
Enjoy Life As Much As You Can Do

Enjoy life as much as you can do since you will be forever dead
And just live for the now seize the moment and don't look back or too far ahead
You don't have to drink lots of alcohol for a good time strong liquor you ought not to swill
It can leave you feeling hung over and all next day feeling quite ill
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874.
In Belzec Concentration Camp

His Grandparents were Romani people from his maternal side
In Countries of Eastern Europe they travelled far and wide
But the most basic human right their right to life of them even denied
In Belzec Concentration Camp where a million people died.
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875.
In Fancy I Do Hear The Male Pheasant Crow

In fancy I do hear the male pheasant crow
In the field by the river where the rank rushes grow
A father though none of his young he does know
The females to his life they come and they go.
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876.
Respect To It

Respect to it has more than a one sided way
Do not expect the respect of others if respect to them you don't pay
You treat other people as you'd like them to treat you
And in turn they will give you the respect you are due
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877.
Robert Burns Was His Name

He never went to college yet few as great as he
Nor to his name he never had a literary degree
He was a Singing Ploughboy he came up the hard way
His songs are sung around the World and his legend lives today.
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878.
From Nature We Learn Something New Every Day

Though most of her secrets from us well hidden away
From Nature we learn something new every day
Yet my wonder of her only does seem to grow
And the more I learn of her the less of her I know I do know
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879.
Your Daughter Was A Good Person

Your daughter was a good person I believe that to be true
And the fate that was her's surely was not her due
By bullies in the workplace she was driven to suicide
In such a tragic way your beloved young daughter died
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880.
The Man Who Beats His Wife

He has lived in the southern suburb for the most of his life
One looked up to by many the man who beats his wife
She often wears dark glasses to hide the bruising around her eyes
More women abused by their partners and their husbands than one does realize.
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