Dream of Caroline my friend.
My anger at you is gone.
I see her in my dreams again,
and she tells me you are wrong.
Dream of Caroline my friend,
we will soldier on,
until your kind are sane and clear,
and the desire to murder is gone.
Her life is over, but her spirit lives on,
she will talk to you each night,
until you hear her screams and whispers,
and decide to do what is right.
Christopher Hartly Holte
Written to one of my gun nut friends.
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