I never wanted to invade The forest of a friend. I never meant to plant myself Beyond where I might end.
But there it was--I wandered in-- And seized a wild field, And turned its berries into corn, And took what it would yield.
Years later, we would often walk Out to the boundary line, And picnic where the fence once stood That marked off what was mine.
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