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I like to think
this all belongs to me,
as I walk my walk
on secluded, green carpets.

I know where red breasts nest
and where the juiciest
berries grow.
The gaping holes
of badger sets
never hide from me.

Come see a squirrel,
stoat or expensive mink.
Come see where a kingfisher flies;
colour your excited eyes.
Blow fresh grass between
your squeaking thumbs.
Kick at dry leaves
and play kiss-chase.
Catch her in the tall grasses,
remove her gossamer gown.

I will show you how
to bury your head
deep between my country’s thighs.


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