<center> thin spineless beings inching towards an endless goal they stretch and reach for Utopia but never happy with thier place in the world they continue searching for that perfect blade of grass </center>
Reason for writing:
<a href= http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Forum/4393>Is it about inchworms, or humanity?</a>
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