The Compulsive Lyre (no really I'm a banjo!) As promised you've a gift from Guatemala, The next one could be coming from Eufala! I sang a song and sent it in the mail I hope you find it hearty and quite hale! It's one of your's dear doctor, now you know I hope the mail by seagull ain't too slow! I even did you up a CD cover The girl upon it cradles her sweet lover The hint is in the title of this poem You'll understand it when you get it home! your sandy claws
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