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So anyway, it was still lousy.
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I mean, mountains are not great places for farms,
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you may have noticed.
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So anyway, he goes up to this farmer and he says,
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"Say farmer what do you grow on your farm?"
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The farmer, you have to imagine a gnarled old
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mean, nasty old guy saying,
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"On my farm I grow rocks
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and Peisistratus is
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welcome to his five percent."
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Well, what did Peisistratus say,
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off with his head or send him on to the moon?