Jim O'Donnell

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Theft - Poem by Jim O'Donnell

In the darkness all alone
Its skin is made of steel and chrome
We worry not it’s locked up tight
Till someone creeps up in the night

And takes it without the owner’s wright
Speeding away in the dark
And burning it in a deserted park
The owner wakes up in the morn
To find that his car has gone

He phones the police to report the theft
He is just one of thousands in this mess

18 01 1996

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 1, 2009

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