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Let me tell you a story, of a man who was granted a territory by the crown. He was the duke of the area surrounding the medieval city of York. An area on the border between England and scotland.
As was the style at the time this gentleman he was able to command the loyalty of the men in his feudal fiefdom. It was said he could call upon the loyalty of not 2,000 not 7,000 but 10,000 men.
The grand old duke’, as he was known by his men and their families liked to lead by example so when he would take these men on training excises he’d march them up to the top of a local hill to ensure their endurance stood up to a long days march then, he would lead them back to the base of said hill.
And when they were up, they were up, and when they were down, they were indeed down, and when they were only halfway up they were, in actuality neither up nor down…
Hmmm shampoo or shower gel for the old under arm hair?
Ever walk down the street listening to music, imagining your in a music video for that song?
Then trying to be all arty about where you look and mouthing words?
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