It Might Be Pigs

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An entire thoughtless Generation, Gen devo. Punching buttons to do Math, to write, to think. Calculators, Computers Do everything for us. The age of thought, Of philosophy, Of discovery, dying, Quicker than we Grow old; and would like. Scientists discover Supposedly “new” Things, prove and disprove Pluto; … Continue reading It Might Be Pigs