The Old Man knocked at the Heavenly Gate.
His face was scarred and old.
He stood before the man of Fate
For admission to the Fold.
"What have you done?" St.Peter asked,
"to gain admission here."
"I've been a Textile Salesman, sir,
For many and many a year."
The Pearly Gates swung open wide,
St Peter touched a bell.
"Come in and choose your Harp" he sais.
You've had your share of Hell."

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