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Sometimes I meet, With art so sweet, It almost turns me vegan, A piece of meat, Could not compete, With a painting done by Tegan. Sometimes it seems, She paints my dreams, Or as close as anyone can, If I had to choose, Between this or ***** I'd be a sober man. I'd feel such grief, With no relief, If she chose to give up paintin' And I'd fill the hole, Inside my soul, With whiskey and with bacon.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
A Poem For Tegan (Thanks For The Dragon)
Sometimes I meet, With art so sweet, It almost turns me vegan, A piece of meat, Could not compete, With a painting done by Tegan. Sometimes it seems, She paints my dreams, Or as close as anyone can, If I had to choose, Between this or ***** I'd be a sober man. I'd feel such grief, With no relief, If she chose to give up paintin' And I'd fill the hole, Inside my soul, With whiskey and with bacon.
A wonderful friend of mine, who's also an amazing artist, sent me an amazing painting she created of a purple griffin-winged, ram-horned dragon befriending a mouse. Mice are OK, but I really, REALLY love dragons (don't give me that look - dragons are cool, OK?) and her artwork is truly exceptional. I'd forgot that I'd even written this until recently when I stumbled back across an old video I made as she was many, many miles away at the time, and I wanted her to know how excited I was about it. I still am quite excited about it to be honest - it's a freakin' DRAGON!!!
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
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