Notice the similarity between the two? Apparantly, I just really like that line.
Night almost always disperses into morning, though, and sometimes with the foul taste of memories in his mouth, he would get out of bed to look at the peak of morning blues and pinks. This particular day, he hadn’t even hesitated to rise and as he walked through the enclosing alleyway, the memories had left a better tune. He hadn't dreamt or thought of his father in months. He whistled his little jig and watched the morning business. Shoppes were opening, flowers and fruits being left out on display. The scene was a perfect postcard with a few pubs scattered on the cobblestone. This end of the city was bustling with morning business. All of God’s messengers crowding at once. A stairway to heaven rose from Boston to the sky. Harvard was calling and Ronnie had to follow.
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"Devious Journal Entry"
A stairway to Heaven rose from Boston to the sky
And as I followed by, step upon step
God reached out his hand to me and said
"Child, there is no such thing as salvation"
And as I fell back to Massachusetts
I hit step upon step from that stairway to Heaven
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