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 Point Counterpoint As I walked across the room towards you, It was clear to me that the place was a zoo. Somebody was laying down a rule of thumb, if you couldn't follow, you really looked dumb. The point was made, and well taken by me, the election was near and I wanted to flee. A speaker stood up and hit the hammer on a table, the counterpoint came back all broadcast on cable. The debate took over, no words got in edgewise. then cursing broke out and all parties had to rise. I took my computer to the charging station, to depart alive would be my vacation. Then the walls of the chamber, began to shake. It was as if a birth was about to take place. And from in the distance I heard an old voice, "Progress or perfection? You have a choice." For a good counterpoint could be something new, and the hits kept on coming, no argument ensued. Then after the vote everyone started to shout: for an ironclad agreement had been hammered out. |
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