. >>> inside the theo lacy jail facility in orange county, california, clarence butterfield has been i have been writing poems since i've been in here. i've written 320 anyway. this is poem number 300. i dedicated it to my daughter. it's not what people do, it's the deeds they leave undone. that gives the soul remorse at the setting of the sun. a helpful word unspoken, a letter you did not write, now is when you said later are the ghosts that haunt at night. the burdens you might have lifted out of each other's way, the little gift of wisdom you have no time to say. in a world of harsh and bitter, a soft and gentle tone can ease the broken hearted but you had troubles of your own. >> butterfield might have thought his 21-year-old daughter rebecca was an angel but he's accused of torturing and murdering her. he says he's innocent but admits to keeping his daughter's corpse in his rv for two years after her death. he says he did so because he believed a miracle would raise her from the dead. >> for life is much too precious to leave another deed undone. i i experienced some miracles. i