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Oh fail, I just realized I forgot to post my stanza of The Spell of Synergy.

I thought we just edit it on the doc, but someone told me we had to blog it. Here it is:

I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed auditorium

  That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim;

I’ve watched the lights on the podium

  Glow crimson and gold, and grow dim,

Till the spotlight set the speaker gleaming,

  And the words tumbled out, neck and crop;

And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming,

  With the ideas o’ the world piled on top.

I went to the document today to copy paste this stanza here, and I saw the rest of it. I think we've captured the essence of Synergy pretty well. A bit exaggerated, but still good. :) I think this was actually a really interesting thing to do, changing a poem. I've never done it before, but it was fun and I think it turned out pretty well. :)