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Sep 2012
You open fire on my smiling skull.
Why would you follow my failing pull?
So alone. So wrong!
So why even sing this mistaken song?
My failed path should not be retraced by anything but the Maker's wrath.
But do I hath anything to say to defend my choice?
Nothing that I would want to come from my voice.
Casey McClain
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Casey McClain  Sacramento, California
(Sacramento, California)   
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