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There is a man who haunts the forest,

that hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies on brambles.

As You Like It, Act III, Scene 2

I love my Peggy’s angel air

Her face so truly, heavenly fair

Her native grace so void of art

But I adore my Peggy’s heart.

Robbie Burns

Sunday I’ll go molecatching

hang their smooth soft bodies

from the thorns

where farmers can see my work

and shiny crows can gorge.