Heist Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Heist

Rating: 4.5


I held your hand
and felt your fingertips,
they pressed into my flesh
as if to urge me on,
and for a moment then,
I saw your fingerprints
as they had left their scent
at Barclay's Bank.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gina Onyemaechi 04 March 2006

You the policeman, she the robber, the two of you lovers, Herbs? If not, then what? Gina.

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kskdnj sajn 04 March 2006

Great creative poem Herbert, Enjoyed the exciting images... :)

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Herbert Nehrlich1 04 March 2006

Yes. But I am NOT sharing. Best H

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Sid John Gardner. 04 March 2006

You know where the £52mil is then H? Sid John.

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