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"When," inquires a fair reader, apropos of our remark that the only way
to improve the so-called human race is to junk it and begin over again,
"when does the junking begin? Because...." Cawn't say when the big
explosion will occur. But look for us in a neighboring constellation.
When they junk the human species
We will meet you, love, in Pisces.
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