Dr. Moriarty was a PFC on certain Pacific islands Who could bayonet an enemy Clear a jammed machine gun under fire See his pals blown to pieces next to him And work out subtle textual analyses
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Dr. Chambers was a retired colonel of Marines A natty little man in blazer and bowtie Who could bayonet an enemy See his pals blown to pieces next to him Deconstruct the minutiae of energy distribution And toss a foul-mouthed football player out on his sorry ***
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Dr. Dale was a butcher until his thirties When he entered college for the first time He knew your hamburger from the outside in The economics of building a business He probably could have bench-pressed a Ford Fiesta And when he spoke of Wordsworth, Keats, and Coleridge You could feel the air of The Lake Country
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“These professors” were complete men Strong in war and word and wisdom and work Unlike envious Unferths who learn life only second-hand From Fox News and John Wayne movies And closed loops of echoing InterGossip sites