Circle of Honor

I have been asked what I mean by Word of honor.
I will tell you.
Place me behind prision walls —

Walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground —

There is a possibility that in some way or another I may escape;

but stand me on the floor

and draw a chalk line around me

and have me give my word of honor never to cross it.

Can I get out?

No. Never!

         I’d die first!

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    • Giovanni
    • January 25th, 2006

    thats cool!

    • Paula
    • January 31st, 2006

    deep stuff!!! did u wirte it??
    kisses

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