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| I wonder if I could convince them that the rocks spread here and there in my fields are lonely and need help to get back to their friends. Maybe I could get them to pick rocks and pile them all together some place out of the way where the rocks could all be in one big happy group. Imagine that; happy rocks, happy farmer, and happy waked out idiots. It might be worth a shot but on the other hand they might not like some of the things they saw on my place. No doubt it would kill them to see me pull into a field of wheat with a combine.
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