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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