Bud Petal blogs here, and is also on facebook, twitter, vimeo, and instagram.


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What is it then between us?

If you'll be fond of me, I'll sail my kite and keep a clean plate
If you'll be fond of me, my insides will turn to dry clay
If you'll be fond of me, it will hold in spades

In for a penny, in for a pound
I'm so taken by your smile
You're so taken by your man

If you'll be fond of me, I'll shout until my lungs are hoarse
If you'll be fond of me, there'll be bags until my eyes and penitence in my soul
If you'll be fond of me, here's hoping to have but not to hold

Cut the pie any way you like
I'm so taken by your smile
You're so taken by your man

If so, so be it
For your pleasure in cogwheels
For my breast shaken with doves
I am at pains to emphasize:

I know for every goose there is a swan
Yet I'm so taken by your smile
You're so taken by your man.

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