With a face worn, wrinkled and old,

And meekly asked the man of faith,

For admission to the fold.

"What have you done," Saint Peter asked,

"To seek admission here?"

"I was a dispatcher down on Earth

For many and many a year."

Oh the gates were opened sharply,

And Saint Peter rang the bell.

"Come in and grab a harp," He said,

"For you've seen enough of Hell."

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