Francis Duggan Poems

There is an old time saying that his dog is a man's best friend
That too should apply to women for why should we pretend
That a woman does not love her dog as much as any man
Women have loved their canines since human and canine friendships first began.
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In Killorglin Town at old Puck Fair she sat on her pinto pony
With wavy brown shoulder length hair i recall her name was Joaney
A member of the travelling clan she looked so fit and active
In her early twenties at the most so young and so attractive.
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The so called elite of this small town may feel like upper class
But for the very ordinary in a bigger town they would pass
They have their social gatherings where one must be invited to attend
If one sees you as an enemy to none you are a friend
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You have your own worries and I have got mine
That will take more to solve than a good glass of wine
I am not a pschyiatrist for help you go elsewhere
So many in trouble in the big World out there
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It first dawned on me at least five decades ago
That so little of Nature I do seem to know
New lessons from Nature I learn every day
Yet from me she does hide her secrets away
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Though little information on him in which to read
Jack Gleeson a young stockman founded the kelpie working breed
Of dog in Casterton in Victoria in eighteen seventy one
They rival the border collies as farm dogs next to none.
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Those cruel to animals can be cruel to people they find their pleasure on inflicting pain
For cruelty to the cruel is a power thing gratification from seeing their victims suffer they gain
Cruel people they have lost their human compassion the window to their soul shaded to light
They even are bordering on the psychotic in distinguishing on what is wrong from right,
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His best ever finish is a seventeenth place
And 'tis likely now he'll never win any race
He goes by the nickname of 'the unplaced athlete'
But the main thing about him is that he does compete
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What others think of you is their business if you worry of you what they say
Then you may as well live like a hermit and from the World hide yourself away
For people they will talk about you and flaws in you they are bound to find
Some seem to thrive on idle chatter their own business they cannot mind
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There is not a hereafter that's how to me it does seem
But last night i did have this terrible dream
That i was in hell and i crying out in pain
With George W Bush and with Saddam Hussein.
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