Francis Duggan Poems

From the oval at Halls Gap the football and cricket ground
The view it is breathtaking of the wooded hills all around
On a warm and a pleasant evening in September of the year
'Twould seem to me Utopia to Halls Gap is quite near
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Oh you who have kicked doors in and then your bible read
'Tis more than written words of wisdom 'twould seem that you do need
You harbour your small grudges against some in the town
But does your bible tell you to kick one who is down
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Sad to say without Saddam Hussein a far more dangerous Iraq
One could now not walk any street there without fear of a deadly attack
Despite what Bush and his cronies those who deposed the dictator say
Iraq without their former despot a more dangerous place today.
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A tolerant society you we do tolerate
But for as long as you live here you will not be our mate
A tolerant society that and little more
We tell you again what we've told you before.
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The Clara i used to love so well it never more will look the same
The E S B putting cables suspended on poles upon it that does seem a terrible shame
I used to climb to the wooden cross and later the steel on it's summit going back a few decades ago
Men under the disguise of progress changing the look of a landscape that i used to know.
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Originally from South Africa and quite pretty indeed
Those flowers in Spring that cover the paddocks they are known as capeweed
With bright yellow petals and a dark brown heart
From all others quite easy to tell them apart.
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Life must be lonely for a mere infidel
One who does not believe in a heaven or a hell
On a god or a satan he does not believe
Yet he laugh and he smile and for lost love he grieve.
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Vincent Van Gogh was surely a genius but he died in dire poverty
His sad life was so full of sadness and few as unhappy as he
He died at his own hands in madness doesn't life seem so very unfair
The one who had lived as a pauper his art has made many a new millionaire,
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The scorn and anger of others i find hard to take their verbal blows i cannot parry
And words of little use to me in my defence since my words weight do not carry
But of bullies i know little fear in their hearts they are yellow
The bull that you should fear the most doesn't have the loudest bellow
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You save your own soul mister for you cannot save mine
But if you wish to pray for me well that would suit me fine
For that would be your business if for me you wish to pray
Though on me 'tis the reaper who will have the final say.
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