My grandpa used to recite a funny little poem.
Frequently.
I used to think he was getting senile.
Quite the contrary. That dude was sharp as a tack.
Now I realize why he kept repeating it. ’Cuz it was painfully obvious to everybody (except me) that I wasn’t getting it.
To be totally transparent (even though it makes me look like a moron) I didn’t really get it until recently.
And that little poem has EXPONENTIALLY increased my sales.
Most recently, I’m talking about a 100% closing rate on a $10,000 offer.
And ever since I FINALLY understood this little poem about 18 months ago, it has produced an extra 600,000 thousand smackeroos of pure, net/net, crammed-in-my-personal-coffers cashola.
Click here now and get ready to be handed the keys to the kingdom… for increased sales, better relationships and even peace of mind.
All the best,
Doberman Dan
