In Memoriam or....
Tell me, God, is there a place where dreams go to die? 'cause I'd like to reserve a space and put a great big marker on it... something like "Here lie Hillary's dreams"... Nothing fancy in the way of a headstone ~ Just a little plaque -- with room for some lilacs and lilies of the valley. I need a place to visit -- a place to mourn -- A place I know that no one else knows about! God, could you make it a shady place? Maybe under an elm tree, with a tranquil lake nearby. Or, a secluded spot near the beach, just out of tide's reach Or, maybe a mountain top... nestled among the pines and near a rushing trout stream Or... even on top of a high building -- where the cacophony of horns honking and noise would muffle my sobs. Well, God, you pick the place ~ 'cause I've got the tears (and I'm waiting).......
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