Francis Duggan Poems

I recall a wise person to me once said
We grieve for ourselves when we grieve for the dead
We grieve for a love and a friendship to us lost
That to our feelings does come at a huge personal cost
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I recall a wise person to me once said
We grieve for ourselves when we grieve for the dead
We grieve for a love and a friendship to us lost
That to our feelings does come at a huge personal cost
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Simple rhyming sonnets are easy to write
And easy to memorize, read and recite
But the literary experts as doggerel such stuff classify
And to voice their opinions such people do never seem shy
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Simple rhyming sonnets are easy to write
And easy to memorize, read and recite
But the literary experts as doggerel such stuff classify
And to voice their opinions such people do never seem shy
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I may not be as one of the successful for such i lack in the ambition and drive
At this stage of my life i feel happy to be healthy and to be alive
I may not be old but i am getting there last December i turned sixty five
My ambition for now is to be happy the only form of success for i strive
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Of Millstreet Town a lifetime resident for years he had lived on Main Street
Poor Kevin O' Sullivan has gone to the Reaper he is one we will never more meet
He must have been into his eighties of human years his was a long span
But he is one we will remember for Kevin was a gentleman
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Julia Gillard is a habitual liar this is what those who oppose her do say
But it always takes one for to know one since they themselves too are this way
It is true that we dislike in others the things in ourselves we do not wish to see
Most politicians are habitual liars this is how it does seem to me
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Julia Gillard is a habitual liar this is what those who oppose her do say
But it always takes one for to know one since they themselves too are this way
It is true that we dislike in others the things in ourselves we do not wish to see
Most politicians are habitual liars this is how it does seem to me
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We can only visualize what used to be
The things again we never more may see
Though in flights of fancy i can see again
Old Clara half cloaked in the fogs of rain
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A sad loss to his siblings, relatives and friends and a sad loss to Eileen his good wife
It truly can be said of John Tarrant that he was one larger than life
He was such a likeable fellow untainted by guile or conceit
It is sad for all of those who knew him that him they will never more meet
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