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A hikers poem

A Spoorie stood at the Pearly 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 hiked the Fisriver canyon, Sir," he said,
"This hottest month this year."

The pearly gates swing open wide
As Peter touched the bell
"Inside," he said, "and choose your harp
you've had your share of hell."