Robert W. Neill, Jr., Real Estate Broker
662-237-6969  (Landline)
601-519-0075 (Text, Whatsapp, Signal)
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WE NEED LISTINGS ON LAND FOR SALE

Buyer's Agent for farm, land and real estate properties
Buyers often pay far too much when buying land and real estate when they are not represented by an
agent. Every real estate buyer has the legal right at all times to be represented by their own real estate agent.
There is no additional cost to be represented by your own agent on listed properties with the commission
already set to be paid by the seller. Buyers have the right at any time to retain an agent to represent them.
The result of not having your own
Buyer's Agent can end up like not having an attorney to represent you in court

WE CAN REPRESENT YOU AS BUYER'S AGENT ON ANY FARM, LAND, REAL ESTATE, OR
BUSINESS YOU WANT TO BUY AND WE WILL WORK HARD TO GET YOU THE BEST PRICE.
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Robert W. Neill, Jr. is a sixth-generation farm, land, and business owner and a licensed real estate broker who
represents buyers of farm, timber, hunting, recreation, commercial, industrial, and special use land properties.
He also represents sellers who wish to sell their land tracts and other types of real estate.
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We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things,
we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed
and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”
- Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
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Past the flannel plains and blacktop graphs and skylines of canted rust, and past the tobacco-brown river
overhung with weeping trees and coins of sunlight through them on the water downriver, to the place beyond
the windbreak, where untilled fields simmer shrilly in the A.M. heat: shattercane, lamb's-quarter
, cutgrass, sawbrier, nutgrass, jimsonweed, wild mint, dandelion, foxtail, muscadine, spinecabbage,
goldenrod, creeping charlie, butter-print, nightshade, ragweed, wild oat, vetch, butcher grass,
invaginate volunteer beans, all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's s
oft hand on your cheek. An arrow of starlings fired from the windbreak's thatch. The glitter of dew
that stays where it is and steams all day. A sunflower, four more, one bowed, and horses in
the distance standing rigid and still as toys. All nodding. Electric sounds of insects at their business.
Ale-colored sunshine and pale sky and whorls of cirrus so high they cast no shadow.
Insects all business all the time. Quartz and chert and schist and chondrite iron scabs in granite.
Very old land. Look around you. The horizon trembling, shapeless. We are all of us brothers.
- David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

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