Goldilocks' Big Robbery

March 11, 2017
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Goldy, as she was called
by her slippery gang,
turned the lock
with magic hands.

She slipped in quick,
slunk low,
blending with darkness,
broke a vault of steel.

She smiled,
sly as a snake,
crooked as a jackalope,
Gold sifting through her hands.

The gold,
cold as ice,
slick as oil,
not too little,
not too much,
but just right.

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