Maybe Next Year all women will be free and actually control their lives to seldom birth more than three, while we multi-millions less travel daily to our work by electric car or bicycle and always safely recycle all our junk, fumes and trash when, as pollution disappears, the normal seasons return where new breezes and wind blow everywhere alive and fresh so carbon-free lungs breathe for healthy brains and flesh that, inspired from above, study, think and learn to conserve and bequeathe this profound concern to the children we love.

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