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Hi Biggle’s and all,

One wonders if those without a knowledge of Gold as insurance given the perilous state of the various economies are about to receive their long overdue lesson from the school of hard knocks!

The slightly altered last verse of the poem “IF” By Rudyard Kipling.

The writer not the chap that makes the cakes.

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
If you can make 300% on your shares when those around you
Are satisfied with 6% which is more!!!


You’ll be a Man, my son!


Cheers and very best regards: Andy
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