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They Strip From The Poor
They strip from the poor like petals off of a flower
'Tis not about compassion 'tis all about power
The ambiguity in their words to suspicion gives rise
One thing they are good at that is telling lies
The poor getting poorer they pretend to care
But of how the poor have to live how would they be aware
They only need them for their votes on Election Day
Mere words as we know are so easy to say
So many more homeless than at this time last year
And so many living rough on the dark streets of fear
Due to circumstance of birth their young lives in a mess
They cannot get a job without a Postal Address
The numbers of the poor only do multiply
And the Government a fair go to them does deny.
Francis Duggan
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Thinking Of Olinda
Olinda the hill of the mountain ash trees
That can be heard soughing in the freshening breeze
That blow up the rise across the higher ground
In a place of great beauty where peace does abound
Where the songs of the currawongs foretell of rain
In my flights of fancy I hear them again
And the loud calls of the kookaburras unmelodious though clear
Though far off the hills to my heart ever near
The summit of Yarra Ranges countryside
Olinda for it's beauty is known far and wide
An Earthly Utopia such places are rare
For natural beauty with the best it can surely compare
In my flights of fancy I am walking today
In the high mountain woodlands from here far away.
Francis Duggan
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Thinking Of Semaphore
In fancy i hear the silver gulls in the park by the sea shore
And walk on the jetty above the wide beach in beautiful Semaphore
And see the fishers on the jetty casting out a line
A half an hour before nightfall in the fading sunshine
At the tables outside of the cafes on Semaphore road the friends and families meet
To have a chat for a half an hour and relax and drink and eat
And all the while through the main street the cars buzz up and down
Old Semaphore beside the sea it is a busy Town,
I often think of Semaphore with a charm of it's own
As a holiday destination near Adelaide by many loved and known
So many characters live there you see them on the street
The paupers and the millionaires in Semaphore you'll meet
A fondness of old Semaphore is one thing they do share
They love the old Town by the sea they could not live elsewhere.
Francis Duggan
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This Bloke Does Waffle On
In the Human World most seen as successful know how to use propaganda and spin
To lie to them comes very easily lying to some is never a sin
Yet many of the wealthy and famous go to the church of their choosing to pray
Though without saying so their God it is money they are not how they seem one might say
So many into self promotion by love of self they are inspired
Of singing their own praises to others they never do seem to grow tired
I cannot say that I admire them or I cannot say them I despise
That self promotion is good for the ego of late I have come to realize
I am not into self promotion perhaps in my own way I am small
That I'll never be wealthy or famous does not bother me one bit at all
The lust for fame and power and money for centuries has been the in thing
'Tis not of the praise of a pauper that anyone bothers to sing
All I want to now is live and let live since my better days in life are long gone
And some who read my doggerel verses might say this bloke does waffle on.
Francis Duggan
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