Best Teagan Poems

My pen strives to flow,
saturate virgin fibers
crisp, cool and clean, 
desires to spread
through virtuous threads 
with thoughts, reflections, 
colors from within -

yet at any given time 
I’m tempted to resign;
my thoughts are faded, 
my ink runs dry.  

When your mind is weary 
and words...

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I'm so happy I checked-out a recent e-mail from the Soup
By doing so, I was privileged to read some of Becca Teagan's 
work, I know I may have gone over the top with my
little tribute, but I write what comes to me. 
I never say...

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What, pull up a chair now, and sit down with you?
That’s a lovely idea, I like it, I do!
I’m due for a break and the boss, he won’t care.
Yes! Hold on a moment, I’ll pull up a chair!

Now as for that salad, well . ....

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My Dear Ms. Teagan

Oak tree I saw that was tall;
Leaves fell from it in the fall;
Big and bold,
Even though old;
Under did play with my doll.

Jim Horn...

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