Poetry Corner

The old man stood at the Pearly Gates, his face was scared and old
He stood before the man of fate for admission to the fold
“What have you done” Saint Peter said “to gain admission here?”
“I was in the lumber business for many a many a year.”
Saint Peter lifted up his arm and gently rang the bell.
“Come in and choose your harp, you’ve had your share of hell.”

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