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Prompt: Must use at least one of the following: faith, hope, or charity...
************************************************************************************* On My Honor, Your Honor By Indelibleink Please listen, Your Honor, to my tale of gross disparity, Feel free to interrupt, should you require some clarity. Understand my getting arrested is a rarity, Yes, I was caught stealing, but it was all for charity! I must admit, Your Honor, that I am but quite the dope, Ask me if I have a good excuse, and I'll answer "Nope." The collection plate at church - saw that as my only hope, No one is buying my story - especially the Pope! I'm a man of faith, Your Honor, but yes, it's been a while, Since I've been to church; with me it sort of went "out of style." The plate came to me, I was mesmerized by the cash pile, Didn't think I was capable of an act that was so vile. Now from every which-way, I've been under an attack, Some don't buy my claim that I was going to pay it back. The charity I mentioned would help me get back on track, What's it to you, if charity is smokes and a twelve-pack? ******************************************************************* 16 lines
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