Heaven

December 10, 2009
By cyriah grindstaff BRONZE, Fraanklin, Indiana
cyriah grindstaff BRONZE, Fraanklin, Indiana
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Heaven, where the streets are made of gold
Heaven, where lifes sercerts are told
Heaven,where flowers grow wild
Heaven, once again your a child
Heaven, the weathers always warmand mild,
Heaven, where wing lay in piles
Heaven, where we are free,
Heaven, can't you see?
Heaven,it's for you andme


The author's comments:
I got this idea for this poem when my grangmother passed away and i new she went to heaven.

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