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The Golden Whistler
I saw him in front garden yesterday
That golden breasted bird who whistles in the Spring
The rain came drizzling sky was dull to gray
And golden whistler had no song to sing.
With darkened head and yellow, olive wings
And white patch on throat bird i don't often see
But in Spring and early Summer every day
He pipes high up on gum or wattle tree.
The golden whistler feels no cause for joy
In Winter his is unfamiliar voice
On wet and overcast day in July
He must feel no great reason to rejoice.
The female whistler always dresses plain
The male bird is the brightly coloured one
And it is one of Nature's more appealing sights
To see him lit by bright rays of the sun.
In garden golden whistlers seldom seen
As forest birds they have been classified
One seldom see them near human built house
In woodland and in scrubland they reside.
I saw him in the garden yesterday
The golden breasted bird who whistles in the spring
The rain came drizzling sky was dull to gray
And golden whistler had no song to sing.
Francis Duggan
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The Good
The good live to be old and the good they die young
And though not every good person's praises are sung
The truly good people by example lead
And praise is a thing they don't ask for or need.
The good people do their good deeds every day
And to help other people go out of their way
The good seeds of karma in their kind hearts grow
And they firmly believe that we reap what we sow.
The good are not judgemental you never hear them say
These people are not good from them keep away
They never pick on people financially down
Or they never hob nob with the snobs of the Town.
Lets hear it for good people of every clan and race
The good side of humanity they do embrace
Those who choose to be different they never do judge
And they are not known to demean or begrudge.
Some of the good die young and some live to be old
And of some their life stories they never are told
Great kindness of heart is a thing that they share
And for those less fortunate they genuinely care.
Francis Duggan
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The Good Condemned To Suffer
She left this world in middle life just only thirty seven
And she went to a better land a land that we call heaven
Her children and her husband Matt her kith and kin heartbroken
But she is in a better world if that to them's a token.
I met her twice just only twice and she seemed a real nice lady
A cheerful and kindhearted soul and in her nothing shady
Last met her in Wantirna South at eighteenth birthday party
And she was in a jovial mood and she seemed hale and hearty.
In Croydon church my ice cold heart it melted down to water
When her husband Matt walked down the aisle hand in hand with their daughter
As sad a thing as I have seen since I came to this City
But what use to them my sympathy what use to them my pity.
This world can be a rough old place and it keeps on getting rougher
And as always seems to be the case the good condemned to suffer
But Janice need suffer no more she's in a world that's better
And she left behind good memories and her friends will not forget her.
Francis Duggan
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The Good Days Ahead
May the lights of prosperity and good luck on your life shine
In the upcoming year of two thousand and nine
And may love for self and others in your heart grow
The good days ahead of you one would hope so
May you have good reason for to celebrate
It is said good things come to all those who do wait
Through tough times to despair you've not given in
You may be quite near to a big lotto win
Two thousand and eight for you not a good year at all
With few good memories of it for you to recall
One can only hope better times for you are near
In your life changes for the better may happen next year
Of the year two thousand and eight the praises you cannot sing
But two thousand and nine better to you may bring
Francis Duggan
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