Fate Versus Youth In Ice Age frost when mother and mate feared all was lost they pled their troth for tribal growth whatever the cost to trees and such they wanted both plus now too much industrial stink by too many of us bodes all extinct. But that's no fun, too bleak and strange for a boy and a girl with no place to run, so narrow the scope to salvage their hope go local and rural and thoughtfully change this obsessive World with civil grace via computer link we cleanse and shrink our bloated race using all our talents to carefully conserve what we all deserve a healthy, natural, Worldwide balance.

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