A prayers basket!
A basket of wishes at your door,
With prayers and flowers galore,
We heard you ran a red light,
Or the other guy hit you out of spite,
Your ticker is trying to catch your beat,
Slow down man let it catch your speed,
And your full of bruises Eileen she said,
Something bout you fallin outa bed,
I think you better set us straight dear man,
Tell us all the truth if possibly you can,
There is some fibbin going on I bet,
Just to get you outa bed,
Get your dukes up and your ire,
Calling you a liar,
Get your fighting spirit back my man,
And soon you’ll be on stage again, dancing; now that’s assuming that you can can
There is a basket at the door,
That wasn’t there before,
It’s full of wishes and four leaf clover,
Tell the nurse to float them over,
All the best! Jasmin Horst!
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You are not only his friend but a protector as well, bless you.
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