Francis Duggan Poems

One hundred K's or maybe more to the next country town
But we will reach Gilgandra before the sun goes down
And we will book a room tonight in the Gilgandra hotel
'Twas tweny bucks six months ago my memory serves me well.
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The night is calm and frosty I hear the lapwing cry
Above the darkened paddock beneath the starry sky
Just five sleeps till September and the calendar Spring
The time of year upon us when wild birds nest and sing.
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Whilst others do follow the leader you always do go your own way
And you are just an individual that's what others of you do say
You are not a tribal sort of person nor to any beliefs you don't cling
And whilst others are in their own small groups you always are doing your own thing,
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You may have many worries and feel racked by inner strife
But to be the best you can be is all you can be in life
What i say here by many others in other ways been said before
To be the best you can be just that and nothing more.
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Abuse of Human Rights is a thing that's Worldwide
And many who think they have God on their side
Would need for to clean the windows to their soul
They see torture only as human control
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The Homo Sapiens who lived in caves on mountains
Of the success of their descendants could not have visualized
And even today the most intelligent species
At their achievements even seemed surprised.
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She is a marvellous person of that there's little doubt
And she is kind and honest and she is so devout
She goes to her church on sunday and every night she pray
And she thanks her god in heaven for another happy day
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Two weeks into September the leaves begin to brown
In the groves and in the Town Park of in and near Millstreet Town
And soon the redwing thrushes in the old fields will be seen
When the gray frost of the cold morning does temporarily cloak the green,
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These horrible people who play their power games
Who on those different to them put their own brand names
They are an insult to the word conservative the word they go by
For to improve themselves as people they do not even try.
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Adown the streets of the town the winds of Winter blow
And the weather it is chilly and cold enough to snow
And old Joan is out walking a black rain coat she wear
But she does not have a hat on the wind tosses her gray hair.
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