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Michael Franks
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Burchfield Nines
Dan expands like Gildersleeve: 'You salty dogs, it's New Year's Eve.' The Dali drools, the Hartley shines, But all I see is those Burchfield Nines.
The artist weeps, the agent smiles; I'd like to learn to box like Miles. We're all such funny valentines, But all I see is those Burchfield Nines.
The women purr like Cheshire cats And Mr. T. breaks out the V.A.T. And on the box Bird tingles spines, But all I see is those Burchfield Nines.
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