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The Tip-Toe Burglar


He comes in disguise
under blue or black skies
        with dark eyes
He comes at your time of night
 although it might be light
   to take your delights
His breath and eyes are cold...
  He has lost his soul
as he tip-toe tip-toe
         across the room
What he's looking for isn't there
 but he don't care whether it's fair
His heart is in need of repair
He's searching for his soul
   in the morning and evening cold
by the gathering of things
He feels life took his just rewards
   so he steals things
           to fill the void
thinking every little piece will make
him whole again
Although he leaves with great possessions
      he still didn't learn his lesson
because he is still walking away empty

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Robert Anthony James







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