A Thief Came Down the Walk

A thief came down the walk
I do not know just why
We stopped to have a talk
Between us, him and I
He told me of his ploys
Adventures great and bold
He talked of Thiefdom's joys
From the days of old
We then said our goodbyes
He seemed polite and kind
But what escaped my eyes
Was that he robbed me blind!

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