Fool's Scrap
Barring a miracle, miracles are, bar none, the most miraculous things. Barred from gates pearly, the hell bound are behind bars steely. Staring steelily, the barbarians were real barbarians. Steely stairs to oyster-egged rusty ones require gaits buoyant. Going to paradise again would be sheer paradise. The sheer drop would be hellish. The slide inglorious. To be fired from a cannon would be a miraculous experience.
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