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Suddenly Swans

‘One more job and then I am going to Panama and watch the canal in the sun’ John’s trust funds had not done so well lately and pension age approached fast ‘They ripped me off once more and I need my share of well-deserved freedom’ Justice beggared belief but redistribution of wealth was in the tools of his trade He looked back on a distinguished career of many fine decades of occupation Had proceeded from nicking wine gums and marbles at the local corner shop Always quick on his feet and with nimble hands picking distinguished pockets His first armed robbery succeeded with a toy gun filled with peas in the shooter Fraud had not worked well that was for the learned and dyslexia had not helped No Grammar School for him more like learning by doing and days on the streets Short docket though for a man of his position so one final swoop for his nest egg He neared the marble mansion torch and pass key in hand and lions on the gate Gone with the times had an app on his watch to defeat cameras of surveillance He could smell prawn cocktails roast ducks cranberry sauce and aged caviar had Booked a false passport and first class flight and now he was over the high wall Dreamt of high balls and Tequila safe in the faith that the safe could be cracked Past the burglar alarm silencer on the barrel he encountered some hindrance A flock of black swans started a racket and snapped at his trousers and ankles 'No more chains nor shackles' he prayed but had come prepared with some weed Sharing is caring and the birds suddenly docile in swan song very kindly agreed 18th April 2019

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Date: 4/18/2019 8:17:00 AM
It had to be good stuff...they're singing...A freedom write...
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 4/19/2019 3:32:00 AM
Thanks Arturo. My Mom always dreamt of a bank robbery ...

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