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Last night, while I lay sleeping,
I died, or so it seemed.
Then I went to Heaven,
but it was only in my dream.
But it seems St. Peter met me,
there at the Pearly Gate.
He said: "I must check your record.
So stand right here and wait.
I see that you drank alcohol
and swore quite often, too.
Fact is you did many things
that a good person shouldn't do.
We can't have guys like you up here,
your life was full of sin".
Then he read the last of my record,
grasped my hand and said, "Come in."
He took me to the Big Boss.
Said: "Take him and treat him well.
He worked in SHIPPING, Sir.
He's had his share of HELL".