The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
This is not a greeting card
A two dollar piece of art
It didn't come from the newsagent's shelf
I sat down and made it up myself
It's the least I could do
I'm worried about you
This isn't written bumpy writing
That flashes and flickers
Under fluorescent lighting
I scrawled it down on a scrap of paper
The words at first and then maybe later
I'll think up a tune
Don't get well soon
Get well now