as a child he never plucked the wings off flies he didn`t tie tin cans to cats` tails or lock beetles in matchboxes or stomp anthills he grew up and all those things were done to him I was at his bedside when he died he said read me a poem about the sun and the sea about nuclear reactors and satellites about the greatness of humanitySourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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