Hordes Of People [are] Born, Who Live, Yet Who Have Done Absolutely Nothing To Advance The Race One Iota. Their Lives Are Hopeless Repetitions… Such Human Weeds Clog Up The Path, Drain Up The Energies And The Resources Of This Little Earth. We Must Clear The Way For A Better World; We Must Cultivate Our Garden.
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Hordes Of People [are] Born, Who Live,
Margaret Sanger
Hordes Of People [are] Born, Who Live, Yet Who Have Done Absolutely Nothing To Advance The Race One Iota. Their Lives Are Hopeless Repetitions… Such Human Weeds Clog Up The Path, Drain Up The Energies And The Resources Of This Little Earth. We Must Clear The Way For A Better World; We Must Cultivate Our Garden.
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