Francis Duggan Poems

Her with the beautiful brown eyes and shoulder length wavy golden hair
A blooming young rose of the old town than her there is none so fair
Oh but she knows she is pretty and when she is walking the street
She seems to say the least haughty and never a pleasure to meet
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One can say of them that they did have their day
Yet some former political leaders like to have their say
In their terms as leaders they failed to impress
Yet their opinions on how the Country should be run in the media they express
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The most aggressive, strongest and toughest of men time known to tame and mellow
The old bull than the younger bull has a far weaker bellow
Displaced as the leader of the herd by one far younger and stronger
One now in his physical prime who bellows louder and longer
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The yearn for wander brought me far south my dreams in life to follow
Perhaps i am the only one where i live today who does hail from old Duhallow
In Illowa in the coastal Moyne shire between Koroit and Warrnambool
Far south by sky from Millstreet Town where i went to Primary school
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Just one more man of doggerel
I write a lot though not that well
With rhyming words one who loves to play
I do write new rhymes every day
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Don't mention of love to Jacko since love has gone out of his life
Talk of love makes him feel bitter since he was dumped by Prudence his ex wife
For Eddy whom she loves better for him once bitten is twice shy
He will not be in a hurry for to give love one more try,
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For to kill other people some commit suicide
And by far too many in war zones have died
And war always breaks out when men disagree
This is how it is and it always will be
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For to kill other people some commit suicide
And by far too many in war zones have died
And war always breaks out when men disagree
This is how it is and it always will be
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What is life for millions but a struggle to cope
And of better times for to live on in hope
The homeless and poor on the poor side of the town
Feeling depressed for known reasons and financially down
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Like every migrant i had a first home place
And to many there mine was a familiar face
But the years have left me looking older and gray
And in Claraghatlea i would be a stranger today
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