Thursday, April 09, 2009
Carefully they laid out on the table Trials one, two, three, four, five and six.
"Choose one," they said.
"Oh, any," she cried, with a horror born of the best of Halloweens,
"Any but number five. It would kill me. I promise you I would not survive."
They thanked her graciously, escorted her out, then gift-wrapped, addressed, and labeled
"Special delivery" Trial number five -
Sent with love from those whose assignment it is
to make sure you know that you can go
through trials one, two, three, four, ninety-nine,
Or five --
And, incredibly, Come out alive.
Carol Lynn Pearson
how TRUE this is...
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