I'm Tailored, Towards You
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Mark Heathcote
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I'm tailored-towards you
like the emperor's new cloak
and you-me, but I am no peahen
and you are no peacock, so don't give me
the annual run around the block
take me as you find me, sir!
Or take me not; not at all. I won't be changed.
But please be a-gent, pin me up against that wall.
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