Imprisoning Hoard Poem by Saiom Shriver

Imprisoning Hoard



He had attained his desire...
the gold he had stolen from
many was in a vault..
but his invisible leash
was proximity to the safe.
He never went far from his
imprisoning hoard.

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Joseph Poewhit 24 May 2012

As they say, CAN'T TAKE IT WITH YOU

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