Elixir of Wit and Motion

Upon the stage of sharp retort and motion, Two titans grasp at the elixir of notion. Claims of secret potions stir the air, As they parry with words in the public square. Shall the concoction of vigor be the feat, Or doth truth in plain water beat? In the theater of minds where jesters may reign, Tis the audience that discerns the potion's true gain.

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