I Didn't Take Notes, But I Still Got the Gist

Old man at the lectern like a tame Einstein
With a spit-in-your-eye grin that was also kind–
He spoke like one scared of getting bugs in his mouth,
His “bolths” and his candor proved he’s not from the South.
Yet he opened his jaw as he loosened his lips
And the words poured out quicker and calmer and crisp
And he crunched on the words like fresh carrot sticks;
Now his diction and fiction and notions all mix.

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