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Metamorphosis

Now, that the world is getting purer and cleaner everyday who clear incoherently harbour dirts and spillage around. Is it not the hand meant for cleaning and washing and working out this and some of the other things?. And the mouth for eating and drinking and talking and laughing and many ,many, many other wishes of sort kind?. And foot and leg for us to reach out the dustbin for instance?. The dirt can't be a waste products perse nor the hand a part of such dilemma nor the skull a kick hell out of a thing cup? nor what dramatic human right nor political taboo?. I have a problem and that is true is quite different from I have problem and that is true?. Why then these people pollute nature when already it's suffers contamination and stagnancy and spillaging and wasting like quacks and qualms.

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