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Aug 2014
From prison to prison we go in this world.
the only freedom is through Christ.
The sands of time emptying, pouring down
to fill a desert of sand that we walk through.
Our mouths parched, so dry we cannot speak
silenced in a land of false ideas.
It is necessary to make our ideas known.
A necessity in life and a comfort to us.
Casey Thomas McClain
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Casey Thomas McClain  45/M/Rio Linda, CA
(45/M/Rio Linda, CA)   
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