Criminals: Part 4-- Fiction
The ware house was hot and humid
rob located the crate on the upper level
right next to his own; he asked our boss to lease
for an employee discount.
Before we left work earlier he charged the batterie
for the old fork lift, we pulled down the crate filled
with our own little dreams inside
We knew axactly how to open it because we sealed
it tight, like no one would ever reveal the contents but
the owner.
A rush of air poured out of the crate like a wave from
the cool ocean, bubbled wrapped and given "extra"
special attention for the long wait
The owners are in Florida enjoying the sun
We are in the ware house enjoying their goods
I heard they weren't to kind to some
Ones who had not trusted their maids until their return
Filled with old greats of art, including a few rear vases
molded by the beautiful hands of Tiffany :) To Be Continued
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