I travel in pockets, appear at dull events, and make long speeches shorter.

Green slither I climb hither 'n thither over time. . Innumerable limbs spread to random whims up 'n through. . Wings sprout. Not to fly, But to air out. Stretch for sky.

Smooth white blend, often found embracing lettuce, tomatoes, and bacon, creating unity in a sandwich’s heart.

First four: sixty minutes Remaining letters: writing tool for whiteboards

I mimic a tree that no kid wants to munch. Dana Carvey liked to chop it a bunch.