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The Pedestrian

(Pittsburgh Pennsylvania)

Heaven Stuff


Heaven is a block party
Heaven is in the sky - you can see it!
Heaven is knowing you're in heaven
Heaven is just where you left it
It's a Southern California spring
and the cactus I thought for sure was dead
is sprouting new stuff
It's laughing with a friend about something
that was funny years and years ago
Heaven is a family ritual
like pancakes on Sunday morning
Heaven is closer than you think

Submitted: Sunday, December 02, 2012
Edited: Monday, December 03, 2012
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Inspired by a big block party. Celebrating music and life. People being nice to people.

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