Abraham Lincoln in Heaven

 

I saw him in a dream.  He was taking a break from running the country and enjoying a selection of short stories.  By the look on his face I could tell he was enjoying them.  I thought, too bad there wasn’t a rating system back then.  I wonder if he would have rated this book with five stars? 

Later in my dream, Abe had given up completely on running the country and instead found himself a recliner next to a Willow tree and just read the stories all over again.  His wife, Mary, brought him out a bowl of Lay’s potato chips and a Coke.  Abe felt like he was in heaven.

 

 

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 This exercise was to show that advertising
doesn't have to be loud and obnoxious.  It
can quietly slip between the pages of life, as
if it too were in the shade of a Willow.