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Put your media player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
(So is it a guessing game now, or what?)
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Put your media player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
I saw it again this evening
Listen boy, I don't want to see you
Under the dog star sail,
Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon.
Nobody noticed the touch of your hand.
Time, time, time to see what's become of me---
I met him in a swamp down in Dagobah---
You fill up my senses like a night in a forest.
My life spins like a hurricane.
You'll remember me when the West Wind moves.
Can't you see it coming?
I ain't got time to think about money walking by;
The palace guards are sleeping.
There's a train, there's a train we got to catch
The streets are wet, the lights have yet to shed their darkened luster on the scene.
Pardon me, but I couldn't help but see
There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus.
The last train is nearly due.
When I get to the bottom, I go back to the top of the slide.
How can I just let you walk away?
We walked on the beach beside that old hotel.
(So is it a guessing game now, or what?)