I was sitting out in the hills with a shepherd, an old man who looks even older because of the sun and the occupation, when I offered him some sunflower seeds.
He looked up at me, hesitated, and replied, "No thank you, I don't have any teeth."
Touche, Mr. Shepherd Man. Maybe one day after this occupation and world poverty sort themselves out, you could get some needed dental care.
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