Upon inspection: imperfection,
there's deception, misdirection.
On recollection of this section
there's a fake in the collection.
Thier ambition on this mission
(to reposition this addition)
without suspicion of transition
was a risky proposition.
Neither tension in prevention,
nor the mention of detention
brought attention or dimension
to the risk of apprehension.
Needless to say, they all got away
and the painting was never returned.
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