Francis Duggan Poems

Since he won and lost the World Heavyweight title to Joe Louis many decades gone by
But Max Schmeling is still living and who would wish to deny
Him of his place in greatness he only fought the best
And he never was found wanting when he was put to the test.
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In Inchaleigh by Millstreet Town at the dawning of the day
It has been frosty overnight the morning fields are gray
And gray ground frost it has been said always a sign of rain
And bank high flows the old Finnow and bank high flows the drain.
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Old Davy O who drinks at the local pub is quite a tough old bloke
A heavy drinker for many years and as well he at least smoke
Thirty cigarettes a day yet I've never heard him cough or sneeze
For seventy he is doing well, healthy and free of disease.
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Life is so sad for Rachel since Danny passed away
She plucks a wild flower from the park for to place on his grave every day
And though it has been six months since he died the grief with her remain
And the things they did together they will never do again.
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If others should harm you in some way him or her in kind you ought not to repay
Just leave them for to reap their karma we do reap what we sow one day
And each wrong we do to another is a wrong to our own selves we do
But if in your dealings you treat others fairly then karma will be good to you.
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A mum and dad and their two children the children mottled dark brown and gray
The mum and dad are black and white birds they whistle and sing every day
Better known as Australian Magpies though Piping Shrikes their proper name
Most of them are not shy of humans and some of them are almost tame.
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What will we hear from him in his speech the P M on this sunny Australia Day
The same old boring stuff I do suppose that one might expect him to say
That Aussies at sport are amongst the World's best that of ourselves we can feel proud
But if you take note of the gathering not everyone clap in the crowd.
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The Bunurong tribe danced their Corroborees
Where the waters of Powlett flowed down to the sea
From those old old South Gippsland hills that are as old as time
Whose wild beauty inspired the old bards to rhyme.
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It will not matter to you where your bones will lay
Or if your ashes are spread on your favourite place far away
You will be gone forever to be never more seen
And without you the grass of the Spring will grow green.
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Such a very wise person is gray haired old Sue
I remember once asking her what does freedom mean to you
She pondered for awhile and with a smile she then said
That question you ask at the graves of the dead.
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